Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Poetry Corner: Anthony Claggett


Anthony Claggett



Anthony Claggett,
Your fastball, they flag it.
It floats like a maggot,
They wait there and tag it.
Throw harder, or bag it.
Anthony Claggett.

Anthony Claggett,
We'll rip you in agate,
Your body, we'll drag it.
Meet quim, you best shag it.
Or, otherwise, bag it.
Anthony Claggett.


1 comment:

Alibi Ike said...

You leave me no choice, I'm stealing it.