Brian, was an animal
looked like one and acted like one
his face, dented and scarred,
a result of too much interaction with oak trees
while under the influence of Methaqualone
I watched his way with women, his only way
“hey, you wanna fuck?”,
it was a question asked without fear,
with confidence, with a sad knowledge,
that there were no other options for him
he swore his batting average was .100
1 out of 10…10% SAID YES
and there I was, clever and polite, offering humor and beer
for entertainment purposes
I would have been thrilled to bat .100
deuce coupe 
always glad to be recognized in such good company
Peace, Rob
thank you Scot…pleased to be here in such good company
Rob Dyer! I know you from somewhere, I’m just certain of it. I’d be happy with a .100 batting average, too.
Not a big baseball fan but poetry is a different story. This one is a hit out of the park. As was methaqualone…JV
thanks Jack