Pitcher Quits Yankees
You picked a fine time to leave me, Luis Gil,
with play-offs in progress, it’s quite a big deal.
I’m not keen on Slater -
a Bellinger-hater –
I need you on first base, to steal.
In ol’ Amarillo,
across from ‘My Pillow’,
in a Starbucks I put in my buds.
When Jake Tapper said it,
I checked it on Reddit:
needing comfort, I went for some suds.
But beer don’t cure hurtin’
- I’ve learned that for certain –
I ain’t found no substance that does.
And heading for glory
- they’ve got Trevor Story -
those Red Sox are laughin’ at us!
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