American Pastime

If you and I were like a game of little league we'd line up afterwards to say good game, but that assumes that everyone would play fair or that the rules we use will be the same. I think we know that's not what will happen you threw too close when I was up to bat or I'd be sitting down in right field with my glove off collecting dandelions in my hat.

I'm not cut out for the major league.

If you and i were soldiers in the battlefield, we'd miss each chance to understand and screaming at each other foreign tongues and waving guns, when all you'd want was to throw up your hands. And if I had you on the ground to make you surrender all your rounds you'd be so fast as to comply but in my fear and in my haste your willingness I would mistake
as you quickly reach in for your knife.

I'd crack for bullets across your spine.