A baseball bat is a beautiful thing
to smack to hit or just to swing

Poetry in my head
The words are dead

To morn the loss
Maybe but pish posh

Why should I care
There really is nothing there

It’s all a fascade
You might think it odd

But really I know
There’s no where to go

Up might be an exception
But I lack determination

To be so close 
and yet so far
I know what I chose
Life’s not like a guitar

But I don’t know how 
to play that either
I should just give up now
Why should I bother

6-4-02

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