Rusty Hinge Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Rusty Hinge
Creak, jigsaw cheek-
My parents make love above this tomb.
My dogs are my cenotaph,
In bankruptcy bloom:
Creak, jigsaw cheek-
The students make love once a week,
And for their final exams the professors
Make love too,
And so do the cheetahs down in the zoo:
Creak, jigsaw cheek-
I don’t make love to you.
They’ve got nothing for me to do,
But I still don’t make love to you:
Creak, jigsaw cheek-
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