In the dugout
Bases are loaded
he's up to bat
he swings and it's
a line drive up third.

Then it's first base
second base
third base
and sliding into home.

Afterwards I am amazed
at the trash and litter that abounds
that humans can do this to a place
it astounds.

In my disgust I look up
there you are still glowing from
the play,
looking at me as if to say
your next.

We walk a while
we talk a while
I learn about the game
I need a chair
the dugouts there

An awkward pet
my ******* wet
he lays me back on the bench

he rubs me there
hasn't a care
of when or where i've been
just drops his pants
and starts the dance
of an innocents last chance.

Pushing the wall with his toes,
helps it to get where it goes good again
poking my eye with his nose
its over as awkward as it began

He goes in a rush
leaves me in a flush
wondering what it was all about
left all alone with sorrow
the soreness will be better tomorrow
I'll try not to pout
and in PE dress out