Holiday 15

Tax Day / Jackie Robinson Day

Brooklyn's bleeding money;
The bums can't buy a win,
And the suits are talking funny
'Bout the league's unwritten sin.

His job's to drink the draft on pour
And make it seem like fun.
The dregs (they say) are ten times more
Than what the papers run.

Of all the numbers on his back
The worst is thirty-eight
Per cent of all that's in the black
To stoke the vicious state.