Batter up chatterbox
in your worn down bobby sox
Here's the pitch
but where's your swing?
Is all you do just talk?
Fastball flies and you stare
looking off just anywhere
Greased lightning
twists in and around
and it shocks
the wandering crowd
The slipstream trails
in your blue eyes
tell more than you
could ever try
to disguise
With a thunder of fears
and lashes matted
in a deluge of tears
you batted
at me
and my catcher's heart
let this one sail by
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