The Heavy Hitters

  
the heavy hitters put down their bats one day
and walked off the field  
too disgusted to even look back  
the place wasn't as they remembered  
   
no one saw me cry when they left  
no one that mattered  
   
Cruel was as his name  
he would rip into you  
and then ask let me squeeze you    
in the next moment  
   
Hemi is still here but he is silent these days  
perhaps a revolt will come  
I know he's ready should it be  
though I know he'll hate me for saying so  
   
Craic is a dear friend    
though I'm sure he wonders  
where my head is lately  
you can always count on him to crack a joke  
then write a damned fine cracker of a poem  
he always leaves me stumped  
   
AL and Missy thank God for you  
the new blood Layla gives me hope  
for brighter poetic horizons  
damned if I didn't forget to write her a letter  
   
the heavy hitters  
who would fuck your mind  
it's cruel we've been stripped down  
and wrapped in saran wrap  
   
Todski fuck me man so grateful to see you  
I know your poetic cock    
is strong enough to pop through    
our politically correct plastic wrapping  
   
come one and all  
let's light some fires  
stir shit up fuck the boundaries  
it's 8 weeks and I'm not dead yet