We’re the battling bastards of Bataan. No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam, No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces, No pills, no planes, no artillery pieces And nobody gives a damn.
COULD EASILY BECOME
We're the poor, dumb schmucks who bleed pinstripes. No hitting, no catching, no pity, can't gripe. No trainers, no coaches, no new contracts for us Our manager's head is filled with pus. Hal and Brian don't give a damn.
Also, I'm reading a good book now on Miles' "Kind of Blue." I recommend it. But all I keep thinking about regarding the Los Yanquis lately is SO WHAT...
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Seasons matter not.
As bad leadership returns.
Bread and Circuses.
We’re the battling bastards of Bataan.
No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam,
No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces,
No pills, no planes, no artillery pieces
And nobody gives a damn.
COULD EASILY BECOME
We're the poor, dumb schmucks who bleed pinstripes.
No hitting, no catching, no pity, can't gripe.
No trainers, no coaches, no new contracts for us
Our manager's head is filled with pus.
Hal and Brian don't give a damn.
Also, I'm reading a good book now on Miles' "Kind of Blue." I recommend it. But all I keep thinking about regarding the Los Yanquis lately is SO WHAT...
Wow - so you think that Boone's head is filled with Pus? You are a kind and generous guy, Von-Bit.
Great poem, Bitty! Always loved the Bataan one.
Did it mention how one side of the album was for years issued at the wrong speed?
Bitty reads of Miles
Cashman makes excuses
A long time til March
Silver Slugger Time
Judge and Soto Win it Yep
Scott Boras Annoys
Military purge
An extrajudicial surge
Brian fellates Hal.
Space is the place. I
can't get no satisfaction.
Me and my monkey
Excellent haikus
From the brain of Bitty
We are doomed, but laugh
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