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The Sport Of Kings
(with apologies to Hemingway)
I was fucking
a good-looking kid
from Baltimore
whose uncle owned
a great horse
(Spectacular Bid)
feeling like family
I rooted him home
to win the Derby
two weeks later
it was the Preakness
when he lost the Belmont
I felt like shit
then the kid
takes off for Maryland
when she gets back
it’s not the same
I don’t know
sometimes it seems
they don’t leave
a guy nothin’
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Looking forward to this, Andy: great idea.I hope evyoerne who is on Facebook is polishing up a favourite line to put up as their status on NPD. Mine will be going up early, as I'm away from tomorrow & may not have computer access on Thursday!
Posted by: Israel | 08/03/2012 at 11:41 PM