TIS DALE

'Tis Dale! Mike Tisdale!
I cried upon seeing
his scruffyvisage

making buckets like coopers barrel
hunched over liked a miner at lunch
with a weird chinstrap a-munch

White-ass seven-footer
Chopping blocks like a shoplifta
Popping out on D like
a Jewish mother's eyes


Surprise: he can hit J's
like my bros and I can blaze:
all day like no way
other than the highway

all day, I say
again like Mike Davis prays SI never features him
again, because then the next
game, he won't play
and Tisdale gets all the fame
but we'll win the game.

Then, the next game, Davis
plays more, and we lose. Let's booze.