After All

After All

I’d like you to know
I’m not lazy
I’m hopeful
After all
We were somewhat forced
Into donning an unusually
Uncomfortable shroud
For a bigger hit
After all
Living through an age
Of carnivorous forceps
In the sunshine
Beneath a harvest moon
Under scrutiny of life
We only go around 8.4 million times
Sometimes on a crucifix
After all
What’s the use in just flinging the the ball around

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