Baseball

Im batting .250 an average not too proud about.
everytime i step to the plate, i think i might strike out.
when i look in the mirror i notice my uniform's not clean.
My bat only hits singles, not enough to stay on the team.

I hit it over the fence-the fans threw it back.
tough crowd focused on what i might lack.
and when im a free agent the double A teams acquire my sevice.
And when I am in the big game sometimes i get nervous.

Never been an All-Star I was caught doing drugs.
In my bathroom defying gravity and refusing hugs.

Insatiable appetite and no discipline at the plate.
sealed the end of my career, my heart's fate.
I refuse to retire; Im suppose to be in my prime.
its just baseball, America's favorite pasttime.