by John Azrak
Oh, Wayne, you got me singin’ the baseball blues
right here in the pages of The New Verse News.
It’s hard to sit pretty when you got ‘roid rage:
see Republican Roger the artless dodger hurl
a bat at Mike Piazza on the World Series stage.
I do agree that Andy has a sweet dimple in his chin
and that Bible he carries makes my heart go a-flutter
but it took a syringe of HGH to get him a big win.
Look no further than A-Roid when it comes to cheatin’
the Dominican Republic will take the heat
for the Boli and testosterone cookin’ in his kitchen.
The story is getting old, McGuire was a liar
Big Papi on the juice, Sosa’s smile a ruse . . .
Manny being Manny another hit man for hire.
So if Yanks on top today is order divine—
Give me chaos! Give me rain!—
I’ll look to Joe D for a heavenly sign.
John Azrak is a retired baseball fan. Growing up in Brooklyn, he was a shortstop for the Kings County all star team in 8th grade. Unfortunately, Kings got battered by Queens County in the battle of NYC boroughs. He has had poems and stories about sports published in Aethlon: A Journal of Sports Literature (East Tennessee University) over the past decade or so. Aethlon is part of the nationwide Sports Literature Association.
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