no more
no more will the train come
and take me to the warring drums
the steady hum signaling
"first pitch 7:06"
no more will the peanuts crunch
and chris bassitt throw his pitch
nor freeze the hapless batter
on his way to first
no more
will khris davis take a lazy jog
will brandon mccarthy take a no hitter along
then surrender it in the middle of the eighth
(to light applause)
no more
will matt chapman sprint home
the latest victim
of being too impatient
to wait some seconds
for a hit up the line
no more
no more
will coco crisp range the outfield, his afro bobbing beautifully
no more
will huddy stare them down
will jose canseco frown
will parker smile
and henderson crouch
nor will the threepeat return to us
no more no more
not ever to return
oakland baseball is gone
and when they look back
our children grown
they will say
twas interrupted
did not my child
deserve what i had
did not i deserve
what you had
and i will cry
agreeing all the while
twas interrupted sure
twas interrupted by greed
and never to return
oakland baseball
is never to return