Table Tennis

Back and forth Battered ball flys Launched from a cheap Plywood bat Expected eyes follow on Full of hope, crying For their own Players tense As ball sails low From left to right To and fro Loosening only when It goes fast off the Other side of the table This is much more Than just a game This is wrong and right Black and white This is who to blame When the real game Goes to shit.

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