How To Be An Idiot Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I was not shamed and I was not fierce
Stir the pot - not so much anymore
Plan my day around what's on television
Rely on the Internet for all contact with other people

Load my cart with cans containing gratuitous emotional high points
See past relationships as alien landing tales of dubious first hand experiences
Recoil from good natured disagreement or the warmth of caring advice

A future unfastened from hard thought
Hooked up to an IV drip of carbonated soft drinks, unleaded gossip, empty news about empty people
Your body swells up with the promise of carbohydrates and sugar

This training does not cost any money
Self-study of the indolent capitalist
The hide and seek of intellectual nourishment
And I'll stay concealed under the dining room table