Odd and oddly
Sat in the dugout
Godless and godly
Reviewed their doubt
They would relax
When shadow and light
Hacks
Sight within sight
Swinging the bat in the dark
In a game that is merely conception
They’re always trying to park
To escape the deception
Is it or isn’t it
This way or that
What is sitting and where will we sit
Where are the rules where are they at
I cannot find them no no
Well let’s make them up there’s only one hope
That can’t be so!
Don’t be a dope
There’s just one inning to go!
Is it that urgent?
Yes! Urgent and odd!
Is it emergent?
Yes, yes! Well isn’t that just a bunt from a God!
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