Every Sox fan can go to hell, I hope they can hear me when I yell.

Wait ‘til next year no longer applies, the Cubs are riding sky high.

Sit back and watch and you’ll see the Cubs in the World Series.

So stay out South with tears in your eyes

The Sox can’t even measure up to our guys

Keep your new park that borders a neighborhood where you can’t even walk out after dark

When the game is over you better leave quick before you get stuck with an ice pick

When you’re on your way home, I guarantee you won’t be alone there will be a guy with a gleam in his eye ready to mug you and then get high

So come up north and watch a game so you can leave the same way you came

This poem was written/submitted by valentino.

(9 votes, average: 2.33 out of 5)

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