I Won’t Stop

Soul Sensation. 

Soul mutation. 

Super flow stream. 

Makes me want to scream. 

It seems I’m in the zone. 

So, give the dog a bone. 

For I’m alone. 

And the pitch is the tone. 

As I enter the batter’s box. 

I see no clocks. 

I only feel vibration. 

Of our nation. 

The pill looks like a softball as it approaches the plate. 

I swing for the fences, but I’m late. 

The next pitch is in my wheelhouse. 

And I rip it like Strauss. 

It’s going, going, gone. 

And every pitch from now on is a clone. 

Move over number 44. 

I’ll be the next King. 

I’ll be the next to Sing. 

I’ll be the next with Wings. 

I’ll be the next Bing. 

So, move over I’m going to the top. 

And I won’t stop. 

RGH/12 

6-25-2020 

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