Mary
ever since I was very young
I must’ve wanted to be someone
Ever since I was less than three
They were telling me, young man, go make money
The fact that people would rather read
About making money
Than go outside
The fact that people would rather read
About making money
Than read about life
JESUS —
I woke up this morning, and I thought that I broke
my favorite bat over my knee
In my dream, I had a big chunk of it in hand
and I was wrapping cloth over and it was heavy
I wanted to use that chunk of bat
that to hurt somebody. or retaliate I think.
I’m almost positive my ex girlfriend was there.
It’s metaphorical violence.
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I’ve never punched anybody.
But when I woke up,
I wasn’t afraid
That even in a dream,
I’d might have hurt someone.
I was afraid I’d broken my bat in real life
MY concern was not for a person
Not a person, not a woman,
Not an animal, not a child
I thought I’ve lost my favorite bat
The once my dad gave me
That I’ve had all my life
St. Mary’s Bats, not a girlfriend
Not a wife
A baseball bat is worth more to me
Than any other human soul
Please think about that
I swear this is true
But the tragedy
Is that there are many others
Just like m3e
