Gold Collared Disney World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Gold Collared Disney World



I want to ride on a tourism
Of words, pass my ticket to the fine
Man leading to a gold collared Disney World:
This is it,
Where all the lawns are shaved,
And pomaded and made to waltz,
Where all the dogs are laughing and only
Using two of their paws to dance:
Where nothing ever ends,
Where nothing ever dies or is given to
Chance,
Here there is no distinction between you
Or him,
No reason to read the classics, or feel that you
Don’t understand- No obligations but to buy the
Hotdog from the young and freckled vendor,
Where all the rivers are carvings of glass,
And trams on their tresses are
Wind chimes ringing over the dead who
Were really brought back to life,
And everything is singing and
Popular and friendly;
And I hold your hand, and we kiss with our
Eyes without ever having to think upon the
Deeper tragedian meanings of making love.

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