A Game Of Tennis

I wake up to the TV sportsI see two players on a courtThere’s Miss Chance on the one sideThere’s me on the other sideThere are two players on the courtAnd the ball goes back and forthIt’s full speed across the courtIt seems to be able toAvoid the net like it’s supposed to doThe ball goes back and forthElegant clothes that are drenched in spit andsweatBloodstains and dirt on the racket, on the netEach smash we send is a rusty needleThat cuts our eyes and makes us feebleWhatever happened to the bright splendour of agame of tennis?How long will this game go on?The game of interrogationUntil my heart walks away on it’s ownUntil my body is stiff as a stoneThat’s how long, that’s how long

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