this is not a poem
it is a fucking gypsy curse
spun from hate
and the desiccated
heart strings of ted williams
and the cardinals take the pennant
Jazz, Music, poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized, Urban Legends
2013 World Series, baseball, Boston, Cardinals, Red Sox, St. Louis
October 23, 2013 at 6:59 pm
ted williams’ ghost will get you if big papi doesn’t. i don’t wish death on the cards, just defeat in a well-played series
October 23, 2013 at 7:08 pm
Vernon, I don’t want the team to die, just their dreams. The Red Sox are my ex’s team…and I fucking hate my ex, so….GO CARDINALS!
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