This Midnight's Disney World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In a classroom—In a bedroom—Or in a place
Not really here,
I killed or made love to the sea—
Falling all over her, while my wife sang pop songs
Into another ear—
Tomorrow will be our first year anniversary—
And wont there werewolves come up to look at
The moon,
Or any other thoughts I've had,
With the beautiful and the most beautiful girls
Dancing in the distance,
While the horses eat the grass,
And the bats fly out of the closed gates of
This midnight's Disney World.