Best Southpaw Poems

THE SOUTHPAW
By Roy Merritt

This kid has a helluva arm 
The coach he told the scout
And if we could get him 
to get it over the plate
He'd strike all the batters out
He can throw it really fast 
Over a hundred and twenty per
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I’m a southpaw,
one of those left-handed,
upside down,
have to curl my arm to write,
backwards individuals,
liv’in-the-left-life
in a right-handed world.

Think It’s easy, e.g., 
being a leftie?
Think again...
we’re out of place at dinners,
have to master backwards scissors,
built specifically for righties and 
we are forced to learn everything, in reverse.

We...

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There has never been a southpaw, 
Who has the crushing show made poor; 
Each in the ring a carnivore, 
His left hook, his wasting death jaw, 
Your swollen eyes already a law 
Before the last bout on the floor. 

A lateral body positioning 
That The...

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