Do Them Right Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Just remember that no matter how beautiful
You are,
I’m the one with the book published,
No matter how insubstantial or petty:
The book will still be alive on Monday,
And you can have your
Used cars
And lawyers and gay parades- What is done
Is done,
But now I am so drunk from looking at my
Destroyed reflection, I don’t know
What it is I was going to say,
And when I try to get the free liquor out of the
One armed farmer’s house,
I back up into walls, and there is no one out
Here at this hour to apologize to,
Just these crickets and mosquitoes recycling the
Scottish whiskey out of my legs;
So that one day I might be well know for making
You slightly inebriated with immortality:
Erin,
Sharon: I’m doing my best to get the word out,
Doing my best to survive.
Boy, I do not look pretty, while the traffic makes the
Careless music,
I sit again and cut myself in similar angles every night,
Because I love my muses,
My cats with nine thousands lives,
And this is the only way I know
How to
Do them right.