The Black Bat: Cantos LVII-LXII
A Supernatural Baseball Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
The Black Bat: Cantos LVII-LXII
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
LVII
“I ain’t your buddy, nor your friend,
I’ve no idea who you are.
And if you to me would commend
Some girl,” Jake sniffs, “Then har-dee-har.
For everyone that I might bed,
The morning puts her out my head.
They hang around, they call, they cry,
For me they pest…