The Missplaced Applauces Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We'll go to school—you'll see: we'll go,
Until our parents drive away—under the sunlight,
Under the moonlight until
They are so far away and I've found out that
I've wounded up
Again in my truancy—I've skipped school:
I've nodded off—I've nowhere to go—
Kissing noses with the otters—I am the brilliant
One who is never in your classrooms—
I picture myself feeding apples to the mirror,
And misplacing applauces as the housewives drive
Home to another cliché never realizing
That I am happiest alone and that all of the prettiest
Girls arrive from Peru.