Back To Work Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I love you in your whispers,
And the fact that you have a hard time breathing;
I only look good in select shadows,
But I only want to be your flag bearer:
I want to stand outside your tent and listen to the coital
Trumpets of your and your fellows heat,
The elephants right next to me,
The mountains above;
Because if we aren’t going to go right now and
Conquer the world then you are not realizing your
Full potential,
While the airplanes fly so close above,
And I get back to work.