| Jens Poems | |||||||
| The ball of my heart is going insane is it going in vain? no, it's feeling the pain. The prisoner of my ball is in my brain is he feeling the pain? no, he's going insane. The heart of the prisoners ball is going insane is it going insane? yes, it's in my brain. Sing when you're winning cry when you're losing lose when you're crying die when you're winning. Put me in coach, I can play today put me in coach, I can play today look at me I can be centerfield. A cry for freedom from first base a cry for freedom from the devils lair a cry for love from the bench a cry for love from the disregarded a cry from the diamond of glory a cry from the sentinels unholy a cry of self-denial a cry of betrayal. In the cycle of the ball flesh is king queens In the race for the trophy meat has wings wheels In the hemisphere of the diamond obesity is joy famine In the garden of wickedness, to weep is to learn laugh |
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