I saw a game.
The other night.
It was not pleasant.
An unpleasant, "sight".
The evil ones..
Started to tear.
At what they wanted.
To make up for the error
Of thinking they,
Were great, or nice.
When all they were.
Was paying a price.
You see the “boys”
Ripped away at flesh.
A micro-cosm.
Of today.
Here.
There.
Now.
“I want what other people have”
Or had.
And promise to,
never want again.
notes - HINT - what are gloves and baseballs made of?
Answer - Somethings' Flesh
GO Cannibals!
Someone has to forward to twitter, I don't trust that f-in platform, but if you do, post it!! Please...
Trust me, famous or infamy....awaits thee
I swear, you will be famous in both LA and NY....
Just sayin
HINT - for 15 minutes. Ask Andy....
