We Became Who We Were Not

First it made me curious Then it turned to furious That men disguised as women Could claim they were victorious For in our youth the teams we chose Did not measure length of hose Some girls were chosen, often first Cuz we picked from best to worst There were no signs, no chanting fans No up and coming also rans Cardboard bases, tarmac field No one to make the traffic yield We became who we were not In that tarmac parking lot We became who we were not And none of us were ever caught John G. Lawless ©4/27/2023