Thursday, April 25, 2013

Big Papi's Bomb: The Poem



Though Boston can be dark and gritty,
In one man’s eyes, she’s always pretty.
He should lead some p.r. committee.
Big Papi loves that fuckin’ city.

He’s always showing style and grace,
Puts smiles upon each cherub’s face,
And pessimism? There's not a trace.
Big Papi loves that fuckin’ place.

Though sometimes, evil runs amok,
And Boston's team seems out of luck,
One voice shall rise above the muck.
‘Cause Papi gives a fuckin’ fuck!

3 comments:

  1. Let no one doubt this man's desire
    Or the shakes he takes to make his stats go higher
    Cause when the Fenway spirits are headed down
    Count on Papi for his fuckin town

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  2. Though he speaks from deep in the heart,
    His body is too busted to deserve to start.
    Soon they'll forget his clutch hits of plenty,
    For Fucking Fenway is cold and empty.

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  3. Luckiest man on the face of earth it was not,
    Yet marketing found publicity that could not be bought.
    They'll ride this quote until it wears thin,
    But cigars taste better when you fucking win.

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