Poetry Corner: Thirteen

We live in fear; our hearts in blight;

Our future black; pure Hell we're loose in,

We drink our beer; pass out each night,

Yet Thirteen's back; let's pray he's juicin!'

We lose in shame, to no-name players,

Their bats attack, our 'pen to burn,

Then comes one game, our answered prayers;

Yes, Thirteen's back... with day-glow urine!

We've suffered hard, each day a nightmare,

We know no hope; just painful loss;

But Camden Yard: Is there a fight there?

'Cause Thirteen's back; please pass the sauce!