Pulp Poem of the Week

I don’t know

why I'm in—

but I'm in it.

It keeps me

in butts and

I see the

country and

I don't have

to slave

over a desk.

I get places.

It's not a

pretty game,

and no guy

every wrote a

poem about it.

But it’s the

only hole

I fit in.

Frederick Nebel

“Rough Justice”

1930