Take a ride on the ecstatic transports of World Ball,
where you can demand an explanation but don’t be surprised
if you fail to understand.
Under the blaze of the chandeliers and
in the arms of loving cohorts,
the World Ball will come at you fast.
Better get a crab for the middle.
Better get Big Joe on the pig phone.
Use the pig phone to make your oink calls.
Big Joe knows all
Big Joe falls asleep by the sound of your taps.
Big Joe isn't Bug Joe
Big Joe isn't even Sloppy Joe
Doesn’t matter if you play under the hot sun or by candlelight,
The World Ball Way often arrives stained
with blood, sweat, and tears.
Sloppy Joe Tears.
Crab blood.
Think Tank sweat.
Forever grateful.
Forever wild.
Forever World
and Ball.
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