I hate the Yankees" earlier version

Curses, streaks, rivalries,
running cars, Wilco and green garden hoses.
First time ever, Impossible, Miracle.
Pimperton, Susie, a life full of bills.
Alone, a woman sits hating
baseball more than ever.
"Sweet Home Alabama" never
sounded so bad.
You selfish bastard,
you ended the game we
all lost,
not the Yankees.

"Fear" sonnet

10 by 14 not exactly iambic pentameter ther are a few hickups when you read it aloud needs to be edidted and finished spring 06'



I fear I may be part coin collection
I fear people, when they finally snap.
I fear if not praying, my soul to keep.

I fear the loss of my recollection.
I fear discovery, when I unwrap.
I fear I empower the bourgeoisie.

I fear the example left for my son.
I fear the feeling of Dad’s leather strap.
I fear not dying in middle of sleep.

I fear my future is not up to me.
I fear writing and the reader who scans.
I fear government and his guarantee.

I fear that Heaven will not let me in.
What else do I fear? Let me start again.