You want it all.
Fight for the ball.
Then have the gall.
But remember you must fall.
Again, again, beat that wall.
Yes, you will feel so empty and small.
So, you bawl, even crawl.
Until everyone’s appalled.
Stuck behind the eight ball you finally call.
To, late to take off that pall.
And your exit smile says it all.
You were to tardy this time for the gala ball.