by Hilary Barta
Remember when he passed Babe Ruth
And rounded bases, chased by youth
But don’t forget
While under threat
Of death — remember, that’s the truth.
Do the Right Ng
by James Finn Garner
All the brass knew from the beginning
Of the dash and the brains of Kim Ng
Took the last 30 years
To get past their fears
Bet they’re ordering glass for a new ceiling.
The Real Ng
by Hilary Barta
The chance of advancement seemed dim
All those who preceded a “him”
She bided her time
A thirty-year climb
Meet General Manager Kim.
False Classic
by Hilary Barta
With sit-com laugh tracks I’m uneasy
And phony cheers just make me queasy
No sound engineer
Will ever come near
To the essence that makes Wrigley breezy.
Celebrate End Times, Come On!
by Hilary Barta
With his hair and his beard burning red
Through the air what they’ve feared he could spread
Oh, this guy is a scream
He puts “I” into “Team”
Tries to share (which is weird) COVID dread.
