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
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