Without Having To Say One Thing Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Without Having To Say One Thing
One highly functional genius
May loiter
At the truck stop for hrs-
And get nary a play;
While the leggy mongoloid
Will be engaged
For many an hr-,
Her lips will without question
Be useful—
They buy enough gas to make it
To the next carnival,
Even while the blue morning,
Like a hair lip curls
Indigo under the trees
Without having to say one thing.
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