turns out the short one was a man with pride
The barkeep who winked a kiss in his face
Bleed on the stretcher while the nurse
Removed the whiskey glass shreds
He had played pitcher for a horizontally
Challenged baseball team in Japan
In some city not Tokyo some other one
He named but which I can’t pronounce
And don’t feel the inclination to spell
And the cuff wouldn’t fit but that was no
Concern to the broken down divorced cop
Who shook his hand and let him go outside
In appreciation of the damage inflicted
On a ball scratching, wife snatching, clap
Spreading son of an illigetimat father,
Who never failed to leave the shot before
The lip was reached
(C) Francie Mcgivney in spain writing for fun summer 2015
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