Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let’s be clear. I’m going to towel-snap you

out of the way. Don’t act like you don’t know.

Please don’t pretend you don’t have it coming.

You may be late for your game of Blue Jays.

Baseball is great without your poetry.

Check the Vegas over/under on how

often poets will use the word Corona

and not mean the beer and take the over!

I’m not getting better. I can make fun

of how my doctor looks like Lurch all I want.

It doesn’t light lanterns in the Old North Church

or make me think your face isn’t stupid.

If I were to start praying, it would not be

for my life. It would be that the Yankees

win yet another World Series Championship.

It’s an insult to pray for the impossible.