Strippalosophy

Sunflowers that die on the eve of autumn Fall to the earth, Land in black dirt Warmed by the late late summer sun. They fade into ants Is the most pleasing time to pass into the sunset. The only major sport not based on war Nobody holds nor takes Is one man against nine Is a community in the bars yelling together The mothers and sons Fathers and daughters My dad couldn't have given three fucks about organized sports. My mother absolutely loved baseball. It was maddening and cute. But for the Grace of God could you imagine the dead dried pages that I would have had to scrape up!!?? If my mother had truly been into baseball, Instead of endless hustle smut back and forth from those shoeless hussies of Arlington, TX - The Discalced Carmelite Nuns, Countless score cards all over the damn place? Baseball Is the Passion Play of Ordinary Time.