Girls Just Want To Have Fun Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Another day flips over and lies still,
With its flag distressed but unobtrusive:
And people just keep doing what they do,
In the world so bellicose with out a sound-
The waves gossiping,
Romero rearranging pumpkins:
And I have my old hunch- I think of you,
So beautiful underneath the salty lungs of a great
Winged place,
Where better words try to find you and run underneath
The table,
And up and down your legs;
And I am so far away, romanticizing this displacement,
Laying out my wayward bed of damp straw on
Rotten palates:
And nothing I can say will save me, for the tomb is
Limestone and drinking water,
And you are knee deep in the venal aqueducts of your
Somnolent pleasures,
More successful at getting at what you want- the refuse of
Blood-stomped orchid- the feeding grounds of an entire
Species of venal pleasures-
It’s what we all want, but some people are just better
At getting down and dirty than others.