A Composition

I wrote Stradlater this goddam composition but the ungrateful sonuvabitch didn’t appreciate it. Maybe someone else can appreciate my writing:

My friend John’s baseball mitt is something I always bring with me when I go somewhere new, like to a new town or a new school. It’s a left handed fielder’s mitt, worn out from all the use it got. The palm is soft from all the catches in the outfield but, the thing that makes this glove different from any other glove is that it’s covered in poems. The green ink covers the fingers and palm of the glove. The etched in poems have probably been read over a thousand times by a bored kid standing in the outfield waiting, to make the winning catch. The green ink is perfect on the glove, written on with the most care a kid could give. Every letter is flawless and each poem looks to be so cherished by the reader. Each poem is different too. All with different themes and each with a different message or feeling it gives you. You can tell the owner of this glove is an intelligent person, much smarter that many people you get the chance to meet.