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the birds in the trees
and the ball hitting the glove
seems all the noise in the world
hunched like a scythe
in a hot concessions shack
the player's faces seem blurred
a sweltering day
seems more so as the hours pass,
making bags of candy floss
it gets everywhere;
my nails, clothes - even my head
wishes to wear a pink wig
to make matters worse
the lake of sunblock comes next
'long with the sugar and sweat
then I face the crowd
and all the stadium steps,
the weight of a thousand eyes
all at once they stand,
hands over their hearts, heads high,
for the National Anthem
a sudden silence
as the young voice bellows out,
I place my pole to the side
and then the song ends
inviting such hearty cheers
let's play ball! let's sell it all!
business catches fire,
hot like the metal railing
then I see those sticky smiles
and it's all worth it
awake and oh so alive
all this sweat makes me feel like
summer at it's peak



NOTE: Last year I had a job working at a baseball stadium. I had two jobs: the first was to make the cotton candy, the second was to walk up and down the stadium sets selling it. I made really good money off of it and I could wear all sorts of crazy outfits. I'm gonna do it again this year (baseball seasons starts up in just a week). I unfortunately won't be having a whole lot of time for the Soup being that I will have two jobs that take up a lot of my time.

P.S. If you're wondering why there's no capitalization in this poem the reason for it is simply because it's a Japanese form of poetry. I feel compelled to not capitalize, (perhaps because in their language capitalization isn't even a thing?)...

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