The All Night Party Going On Next Door Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Aerobuses are always leaping in the sky
Because it is what they were made to be
Doing,
And I’ve been published a few times,
And right now the wind is really
Seriously
Blushing;
While in my time, I looked beautiful,
I skipped school,
And I was accused of plagiarism,
Because it was what I was made to be doing,
And when I drink enough my vision starts
Flashing,
Like a silent movie,
And I grow a gut under the green shirt,
Even though earlier
I was jogging,
And pretty soon I will be selling Christmas trees,
Because it is what I’m
Going to get paid for,
And I’ll even be delivering Christmas into
Beautiful barmaids’ bedrooms,
And I’ll be thinking of my two muses,
Even though they don’t care for me,
My immortal candle is burning,
And I’ve made them famous even if the casual world
Cares to realize it or not:
I’ve made you famous,
And Nicky has promised to visit me,
But if she sees me, she’ll probably vomit,
But I could be her committed terrapin if she let me,
Or just her plutonic folklore:
I could live forever a heavy lawn ornament propping her door:
I could do so many things,
Until I was knighted, or introduced
To saint hood
At the all night party going on next door.