The Fish Of A Sea Of Rum Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I drink a lot—until the story comes to
Mottled snow and my wife
Tells me I have a beer belly,
Which is slightly incorrect or fallacious,
Because in my belly swim the fish of
A sea of rum;
And that is why I keep a classroom without
Any windows,
But every third period we stand
And, holding our hands as steadily across
Our breasts as we can,
Pledge allegiance to the flag—
As the airplanes waver off to fight so more
Giants—high across the make-believe
That is surrounding all of us— of this land, that is—
All and all—‘nt half bad.