With Things To Say Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Perfume of cadavers and
Another word strikes out for the night,
And I am old before the time
And looking at all of my spume,
The spend threats for the arachnids with beautiful
Legs,
Young women in the waves having better things
To do than to pass their time to me;
And yet I remember that one time deep in
Suburbia when all three of them showed
Up for me at that party
And I was so drunk I just crisscrossed the yard
And farted
And wished I had some fireworks while all three beautiful
Wombs beat it home;
But I was still good,
And I had beautiful things to say,
And I am still saying them, so far away from the cold party,
And one day I will have a coffin,
And even a tomb stone if I am lucky enough
With things to say….