knew this gal sherry had her grand dad livin with ’em.
he just sit on the davenport watchin baseball and
smokin like a talkin factory that says,
don’t sucker on that outside pitch, dumbass.
then he chuckle and cough and wipe his hand across his mouth.
every once in while sherry’s mom smack him with the
tv guide, and tell him
don’t cuss around the girls, shithead.
he finally lose a lung and after that he tilted.
he get up to fetch a new pack of chesterfields and he look like
a boat goin down.
at the end he sit and smoke with this divin tank next to him–
every so often sherry’s mom swat him and say,
you gonna blow us all into the next county,
but he dint.
one day he just weren’t there no more
like that dumbass batter
who kept suckerin on the bad pitch
and got sent down
to where he ain’t on the tv
and the games go on