- Mets Fan
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- Im a second-class citizen
- trapped in a first-rate city
- son of a Brooklyn-Dodging-Giant,
- laid to rest in the back-alleys of Muttsville
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- Im a Mets fan!
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- Im the beat, the outsider;
- Slumbering through broken dreams
- like an abandoned umbrella, blowing
- down Big Apples Broadway
- of meaningless September
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- Im a Mets fan!
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- I been yanked,
- drag-bunted, tossed to the corner dive-bar
- looking for solace in a static-ridden TV
- sipping beer, waiting for glory
- in the bottom of the ninth;
- the miracle RBI that never comes,
but never goes away
- always believing, always believing,
- because
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- Im a Mets fan!
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- Ive been rejected
- by the Canyon of Heroes for way too long
- been ejected from the Back Page for way too long
- been wishing for a wild card for way too long
- believing in Miracles for way too long
- instead
- replaying the tapes of 86
- replaying the tapes of 86
- and it gets through Buckners legs
- for way too long
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- Im a Mets fan
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- Im tired of chewing on my pen
- calling F.A.N. through long hot summers
- chatting with Steve Somers, schmoozing
- and consoling,
- Hey, its alright to dream, because
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- Im a Mets fan
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- When my team loses
- I get the deep, dark, bluesy, blues
- But
- when the Metropolitans
- pull out a win by the skin of their cleats
- Youll see me dancing in the streets
- Buying drinks for all around
- yes, even for our friends from the other side of town
- Yes, Im a maniacal Metropolitan Mets fan
- Im a Let-Go-Mets-Go-Mets-Go-Fan
- Im an M-E-T-S New York Mets fan
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- Im a Mets fan!
copyright 2006, Frank Messina
from Full Count: The Book of Mets Poetry
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