Of Your Day To Day Life Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I sleep in a different bed from you
And you can call me whatever you want,
Even though you are too stupid to
Survive the baseball game that is happening out
Back of our espionages and the schoolyard—
And it is too late for you to improvise something
Beautiful or something else clandestine to the
Sport- so I am sure that we can become another
Mishap misspelled to the usual daylights that
Are without fanfare, until another beach opens
According to its misspellings—an d
You are filled with joy even though the teachers
Have not been teaching you,
And this is just a haunting as you belong to the higher
And higher elements above Disney World
And I think of you every day without actually trying to
Contact you—or having to become a significant amount
Of your day to day life.