By the time it gets to the plate
it's got weevils and termites.
Trying to hit Wednesday with a bb gun.
Sunday.
Or curves like a Chippendale leg or
flutters like a film unsprocketed or
plunges like Zsa Zsa's neckling or
sails away as coy as Shirley Temple
(or)
Not even Mussolini could make
the sonofabitch arrive on time.
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