Wrigley Field of Screams

by Hilary Barta

Knock me out at the ball game,
Knock me out, get me plowed.
Ply me with vino and crack, or smack,
I don’t care if it all goes to black.
Let me sleep, sleep, sleep off this bad dream,
My team is owned by some schmucks.
For it’s one, two, three tokes, I’m out,
‘Cause Joe Ricketts sucks.

 

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