Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Going Somewhere - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My windows were replaced while the boy scouts went down to
Spain;
And wasn’t this just the way that they were going:
While my aunt had the hardest time knowing where her old husband was
Going:
He was going to take things off and then become, while in her the children
He was sewing:
While in the stream of gunfighters, the trout were multiplying,
While I was just on the green carpet masturbating, just like I was stealing my
Pie from the old folks and their questionings for the answers of the reasons
While;
And just so that you know why we are going, the lions are a roaring,
And there seems to be so much power in the air, and I guess that is why the
Lions were roaring:
Trying to make sense out of the science fair, and her body was piling together
With the flotsam and the jetsam, both of them guess, guessing that they were
Going somewhere.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 29, 2010



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