Poem: Let Us Throw Up at a Ballgame, You and I

Let us throw up at a ballgame, you and I.

Collars high, gents!
Wangs paraded, cavaliers!
Our testicles are covered with moss and lichen.
This is because they are boulders.

So let us throw up at a ballgame, you and I.

We enslave what we do not kill.
We cuddle with hookers in secret.
We do not visit places so much as we colonize them.
Pregnancies! Muzzle-loading weaponry! Crests on jacket breasts!

Yes, let us throw up at a ballgame, you and I.

Cannonade sex perpetrated with a buccaneering urgency!
Begin each day with a fresh haircut!
Solaced by the species difference between us and the middlebrow remainder!
Phalli forever as crisp as apples!

Lo, doughty brothers, let us throw up at this and every ballgame.