this is why I do not like the game of life--

it's fixed and the goons always win--

and God seems sometimes like a blind referee

who's on the payroll of the team bosses--

no more stickball on the city streets--(everyone wants

a multi-million dollar contract)--

no batting out fungos--no shooting hoops in some backyard--

no honor among the athletes--

and the lunatic crowds--the fans?--who'd run wild looting

and raping and wrecking everything to celebrate a win?--

who'd run wild looting and raping and wrecking everything

when their team loses? Who help us from the insanity

of ordinary people? the beasts lurking under common skin?

let me leave the stadium before the clock runs out--

get my car out of the parking lot before the hordes pour out--

let me be miles away when the final whistles blows--

zis-BOOM--

bah!

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