Batter up
is what they say

when Cake Tartar
comes to the plate.

Cake leads the league
in sacrifice flies.

Cake is dating
an exotic dancer.

These days,
Cake can only DH;

he’s icing his elbow
after every game,

can’t catch up
with the high heat,

and his wheels aren’t
what they used to be.

Cake wants to be
frosted, chocolate,

dessert at some
nursing home,

the strange taste
of the last day

of some stranger’s
normal life.