Baseball

by macie   Sep 10, 2007


I thought that three strikes was what it's all about.
Just three strikes and you are done.
Just three and the 'umpire' calls you out.
And then, just then, on you it will dawn.
You let them down,
Not just them but you too!
You don't think that it can spread around your small town.
To us, your payment is due.
You shall leave us,
and all of this drudgery.
Like you should really have to guess.
It's not likt it's a new discovery.
Apparently you don't care,
if you just keep doing it over and over again.
It's not just something you can repair.
This is going to leave a permanent stain.
I thought that just three strikes was what it was all about.
JUST three strikes and you are out.
No more strikes, that is all.
This is more than just baseball.
Now there is no, not even one recall

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