It is noon at the Giants game.
If I’m not watching it
then why am I here?
Why did I buy this expensive ticket?
And why am I dying of baldness?
I don’t even have any underpants.
Does the devil have fan-girls and green eyes?
He says, “And don’t forget my sweet leg.”
Why is he talking to me?
I am going home.
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