Playing Ball

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    Playing Ball

    I can't wait to see your eyes
    when I wake you in the morning.
    You won't know what to say,
    I've not given any warning.

    Fueled by rage I sit here,
    sewing together our bedsheets.
    Betrayal won't be forgiven
    as long as your heart still beats.

    Sitting in the dark
    I await the coming dawn.
    Seething with anger
    I watch you wake with a yawn.

    To no avail you try to move
    becoming more confused.
    You never should have cheated
    I can't stand to be used!

    Grabbing my bat,
    standing over your immobilized form,
    poised to take a swing
    I sweetly ask you if you're warm.

    Sputtering and begging,
    you're trying to break free.
    The bat connects with your balls...



    you shouldn't have cheated on me.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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