Picnic At The Hopeless Ranch Poem by Raj Dronamraju

You bring the chicken
I'll bring the paper plates and drinks
Let's revel in nothing good ever happening
Let's spread a blanket over wishes that didn't come true

The cow bullies are held at bay
They crack their knuckles and think about ways to get around civilization
So as to have at your tender minds
Already hardening at the edges due to disappointment

There's laughter, someone sings a song
Leading the way are the incomplete women who have pasted over their empty places with berserk shows of enthusiasm

Change was a guest we had second thoughts about inviting
He came late, he stayed too long
He hogged conversations and changed the subject
He cried out loud with too personal confessions

Here in a field
With a lake and a farm nearby
We know all we've got
We came to terms, disgruntled, with all we've got
That's a sombre assessment over a soggy ice chest