In The Dugout

#"What if god was one of us 
#Just a slob like one of us 
#Just a stranger on the bus 
#Trying to make his way home" (Joan Osbourne) 


And for the journey, wake up 
This is not, a game, the game  

You play and be shocked  

In essence of disappointments son

We call missing link 

Contingencies planned for 

In risk management 
Oh you just f**ked up now son 

Planning for the glory, humour me

The wise will always prepare 

For the stumbles in life, on emotion 
Not taking chances 


Even the comedian, 
Would have to have a punch line 
Strategizing, the crowd have to love me
The audience have to applaud 

Do you fall on stumble 

Or quicken pace, flapping hands

To gain balance on elevation 
Just enough so not to fall 


Now there I am 
Sounding like a sales man
With a sales pitch, cold calling
Knocking on your door

Walking on strings 

Safety straps on for a reason, 

That would not be for the show off 
Jesters on parade 

Were you not told the rules 

Of engagement before green lights

Do not be caught wanting 
Eleventh hour rush 

Reading the manual 

Under fire fight at the front line 

The enemy at your door, knock knock 
It is the Ginger bread man

Is like competing in ice hockey 

Before one learns to walk on ice

Brace yourself for impact 
Too late, gravity is taking over 

Tooth fairies line up to collect trophies

Don't smile at the kids after

Nightmares of trauma that would bring  
Shrinks and therapist on overtime charging by the hour 

This is the fair game of unfairness 

Just calling it life stories 

It is the everyday air we breathe 
Absent to sight  choking on invisible particles 

Options of by passing 

Is negative in this realm 

Unless you have a silver spoon 
Dangling of a tree 

Well then you don't belong 
My privileged friend 

See that you get a refund by the exit 

Around here we do "The Haka" dance for warm up 

#What if god was one of us
#Just a slob like on of us
#Just a stranger on the bus
#Trying to make his way home