I got nothing

the crack of the bat the pleas of the vendors
the roar of the crowd the snapping of suspenders
thumbs in my pockets so I can't hitch a ride
no longer the darling busted up inside

  screaming for help but no one is there
heaven has left me so why should I care
no peanuts or popcorn to offer the crowd
the boos have started and getting quite loud

it wasn't her fault she had no real choice
how I do yearn to just hear her voice
the ushers escorted her to the proper table
from a distance she reminds me of Betty Grable

the circles of rambling getting much tighter
sleepless stirring pull another all-nighter
a string of pointless one-liners end to end
like Costanza I got nothing since I lost my friend

Gomer LePoet ....