To A World That Didn'T Know It Should Care Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Finish the glass like a little bit of
Rainwater;
And now you’re too slick for a rope.
There’s never been a fish who’s
Hanged himself,
At least according to conventional rhymes;
But you are not that great:
And must concede that you only once lived
Near a beautiful pool
Where you could hear the fraternities raping
The night near the graveyards;
But you are too afraid or too good to
Go back to school anymore:
You should have drunken more in Saint Louis,
Stolen somebody’s cat, or lit off
Illegal fireworks. Then you would have
Stayed. You didn’t even go to Sarah’s grave,
You custard- hypocrite you;
And now you aren’t fighting for either side,
But just planning on getting rich and shooting
Of rainbows to a world that didn’t
Know it should care.