No One Else To Blame Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Why are you’re eyes so much like
Midnight that I should feel like
I need to die into them,
Like a faithful mailman,
Like anyone making his rounds:
And you don’t serve
Beer,
Or have children, but you just lie in the
Lap of the yard under the flag;
And I have money for you,
And I can make it worth your while,
While the gnat eats the sleep out of my left eye:
And I am scarred,
And impure and boring: I am not your prince
Transplanted from Disney World.
I said I would live forever but that was because
I am afraid,
And because Erin doesn’t love me.
I don’t think she can love anyone, but she knows
Better artists than me,
And she has been with them. And now it snows,
And the crocodiles fart,
And I have had my wine, and my medicine,
While you are looking good.
Your eyes are midnight trapped in blue
Lakes- You home goes on
For many a mile.
Your ancestors made this country but now it has no
Use for you;
It is so proud, but you are very useful all the same;
And, likewise, I am not Robert Frost,
But I am Robert Anyone,
And this is my song:
There is no one else to blame.