Thank Me, Crush City [Part 1 of my Sports Trilogy]
Original poetry by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro
Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.
VERSE 1
Weekday mornings, I walk to school,
Books on my back, a case in my hand.
Inside a shiny brass musical tool:
The sax I play in the concert band.
VERSE 2
But afternoons are for Little League.
I prefer sports with double headers.
Where only pitchers complain of fatigue.
Gonna score several high school letters.
VERSE 3
I've got sick skills with telegraph code.
The old guy next door helped me study.
Should society continue to erode,
I'm happy to report that I'm ready.
VERSE 4
But there's a team called the Astronauts,
In Houston, who I hear are in great need.
So I'll merge all 3 talents that I've got,
By July, they'll have the division lead.
CHORUS
Thank me, Crush City!
For coming up with a plan.
Thank me, Crush City!
I turned a plastic garbage can.
Into something they'll be drummin',
So batters will know what's comin'.
Elevating them from mediocrity.
You better thank me, Crush City!
VERSE 5
If pitchers are your favorite players to watch,
Check out shortstops, cause they run and jump and throw.
Besides, so much staring at a catcher's crotch,
Makes me wonder if there's something I don't know.
VERSE 6
They say: "The system is the solution."
And it is, when that system's stealing signs.
Some in Houston might resist revolution,
Win the pennant, and they'll be feeling fine.
VERSE 7
When Houston accepts my way to compete,
They'll top the majors in RISP.
But if, after 1 year, the Astros continue to cheat,
The asses of those involved might be crispy.
CHORUS
Thank me, Crush City!
For coming up with a plan.
Thank me, Crush City!
I turned a plastic garbage can.
Into something they'll be drummin',
So batters will know what's comin'.
Hit a home run, not a single,
When we have fun with their signal.
Raising the Astros out of mediocrity.
You better thank me, Crush City!
The End
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