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By Jack Joseph Smith
I tried
You were no good to start with; the only reason you
ever stood up for yourself, the only reason you were
unable to explain, is because of assholes that said,
they were better
Not reality; truth is changing the diapers, cloth,
and never taking them off your shoulders, no matter
who calls
And with a lawn, seasons never change for kids no
matter where you are
Violin, abstract oil, ballet; K Mart telecopes
O no, did we forget; footballs, with an extra point
steel bar between the cedar trees, basketballs, being a
Harlem Globetrotter, I can twirl them all on five fingers,
raised that is, socker balls, always loved the Irish,
and the way they like to kick, baseballs and bats, though
those who make money on it tend to beat up older men when
they get off work, not talking about myself now, I would
need Jeasus badly if I ever was to lose a fight to a bully
baseball player; croquet hoops and more balls if one will,
the tennis rackets and smaller balls this time, the very
bad, well mean bad mitten, with a loss of pool and ping
pong due to a working cellar
Or how about C,C,D,, catacuism, B.S., Bible studies, or
call it like you letter it, or how about, R.F.C., room
for Sinagod, and sneeak out any way you want