Poem: Drinking with Boileryard Clarke

Boileryard, you’ve risen above things,
But you’ll never be above
Slipping into the accent of
A tenement Catholic
Who brawls over gruel,

Who wanders over a brick-strewn lot
Where the tobacconist’s burned down.
Where the indigent defeated now
Fuck like choleric bears.

A name like that means
You weren’t fated to greatness
But to rankest survival,
By dint of knuckled guts.

But enough of that.
Shall we alight from safe places,
Have too much absinthe
and insult a colonel?

Who needs a heart
When you’ve got a spleen
With a vena cava?

We’ll promise to bury you
At Druid Ridge, but only if you promise
Not to outlive that snarl.

For your pecker is a grinder’s wheel.
For your balls are a civil war.

But this, Boileryard,
This is a hymn.

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NotGraphs has a moral obligation to do a piece on the “migraine induced” crazy announcing of Monday’s Rangers game.

Carson Cistulli

I just saw that somewhere else. Eek.

In truth, it might bear too much actual resemblance to a real medical problem for NotGraphs to cover it.


yes, that would not be funny to mock a man who is either suffering from a migraine or a stroke. my mother has episodes like that once in awhile. it is not funny when you realize why it’s happening.