Playground

Hop scotch and kick ball-
The new kid wants to play;
A pink slip in hand ends
A rainy Thursday.

It's all about the playground.

She giggles with braids
No one knows my name;
A lonely note on the
Table, apologies and shame.

It's all about the playground.

It is my turn at bat
I'll miss to be safe;
23 unknown calls
On bills that are late.

It's all about the playground.

Fourteen years old and
Already seven towns;
Thirty-five and poor
Afraid to commit.

It's all about the playground.