The Killjoy Sensations Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The same memories were the killjoy
Sensations, losing the knowledge of words
Like blood,
As the girls stepped barefooted out
Of the trailer parks of
Their no-good neighborhoods—
And the knights swung their
Swords,
And quested,
Or were slain upon the benchmarks of
Their holy and heroic ways—
But their minds hadn't truly evolved,
As they'd never actually graduated from
High school—
All of them enamored with Disney
World while my wife
Whistled alone in the kitchen
Just because she had nothing else better to do.