12 years to find batman

Collecting old baseball cards is like sticking my head out the window in a snow storm. Not that you agree with me. You see it does not make any damn sense to me either. 19th century rock tunes blast in my head. Down the stairs not one step closer to you. Now that was just a rhyme but it's not grace. Poetic junkies we all are, my blessed brothers and sisters are wise. Tip toe down the hall pick up my batman book and write a rhyme Thank you to that girl that broke my heart in so many ways.