I want to hit
a walk off
home run.
I want to strike
down any chance
you had
of winning with
my utterly
deadly arching
swing.
I want to throw
the perfect game.
I want everyone of my
lies
sleights
to burn right by you.
I want to see
you go down
swinging.
I want to hit
for the cycle.
I want to single
double triple
home run my way
back to the
hidden places
you and I once called
home.
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
I want to hit
a walk off
home run.
I want to strike
down any chance
you had
of winning with
my utterly
deadly arching
swing.
I want to throw
the perfect game.
I want everyone of my
lies
sleights
to burn right by you.
I want to see
you go down
swinging.
I want to hit
for the cycle.
I want to single
double triple
home run my way
back to the
hidden places
you and I once called
home.
This is poem that I wrote while watching my team be terrible at baseball.
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