growing up stupid
i keep saying to myselfwait
wait for the curve ball
watch for the curve ball
but i never do
i never even think about the curve ball
i never anticipate the curve ball
i always expect the fast ball
fast balls are honest
i go down swinging
a lot
but..on that rare occasion
it comes
the fast ball
and i hit it out of the park
i stand there watching
as the horsehide sphere soars up into the sky
Hell..into the stratosphere
over the cheap seats onto the moon
it makes my life
which accounts for the fact
that most of my life i spend
stupid
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