Such Wolves And Perfect Gentlemen Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And I will sit alongside the deep
Shelter of my apartment,
After that occasion where my parents
Have died,
On the mowed grass where it meets
Up with the quiet wall,
Where there is no better sport
Or other boys there to play,
Sit with my dog, my lucky dog,
In the anonymous shadows beside
The world,
Still sit writing about how I pack
Up and lie down and go fishing for her,
Even if she is already the ever ready
Seed fornicating in the wind, off
The lips of school buses,
And she is doing all the stuff
Healthy young women are being paid
To do by such wolves and perfect gentlemen.