What once was meant to be a statement-
trending with dirty jokes
laughing lies, he told
like working with animals
poor soul fondled the rich
we seated him as family
swung for every pitch
caught now, he see's
a catchers stance
and towers above our grounded hearts
puncturing wound where noses bleed
skidded stains on back pockets
stealing a second then flees
he is only another man, picking up
lost games, forever tied
and running away from home
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