Centerfield Series...Blind Ump Poem by Juan Olivarez

What's up wit that, are you blind ump?
That was a ball for sure.
You miserable, overweight, stuck up chump,
You call strikes like a girl.

You are the lowest form of life I've seen,
Inhabiting this Earth.
You're downright dishonest, ornery, and mean,
I pity the mother that gave you birth.

I could call a better game than you,
And ask for half the pay.
But I can't let the sun warm up my brew,
So I guess you'll have to stay.

4/11/12 Alton Texas