try to tell 'em Curt,
how you crowned their wallets,
climbed courtroom steps
for them,
swallowed that black ball,
a scapegoat out to pasture,
they don't remember,
can't remember
the trash you ate,
your greedy headlines,
the slope of your career.
you are a ghost at barterer's wing,
your smoky gray eyes
are two extra zeroes
on every contract.
Touching All the Bases
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