To The Vicissitude Of Her Cardinal Sins Poem by Robert Rorabeck

To The Vicissitude Of Her Cardinal Sins



Drank so much soda pop that the embittered
And venal cop tried to arrest me for
Public indecency;
But I still had my legs about me,
Escaped into the aspen grove, and did
The Cha-cha twist,
Stealing my grandmother’s outlines of
Chalk she’d spent busily there
Backside up towards the sun,
Trough ing old friends, trying to impress
Healthy young boys to the vicissitude
Of her cardinal sins.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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