Chuck Knoblauch, the Twin
to my incompetency [right
arm from the mind amputee];
E4! E4! E4! An eraserless pencil.

When second to first seemed
most consequent and quick, a
murky ick-of-a-Grue split
the Is and the If.

Chuck Knoblauch flew to the
South of the Bronx if only to Find
We are not all Babe Ruths.