The first times okay
The second is a warning
The third is a plea
Others are idiocity.
Broken once
And another is twice
The third is cracking
Now what are you lacking?
Is there even hope?
Why is it this bad?
What's going wrong?
Is this where we belong?
Now here's the pitch
And theres the swing
Now batter up
Cause here's strike three.
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If I Could Write A Poem
PoetryA collection of poems by me :) Please comment, suggest, and leave likes! Thanks! From poem Adjust: "Adjust to everything, but never lose. Never listen, but know the news."
