At midnight on New
Years Eve
I resolved to address a pet peeve
That everyone seems to have with me
Seriously! Youll see, youll
seeI have
this need to check the score
Not just once, but more and more
Of what is only a baseball game
I cant help myself; its such
a shame
Im out of
sorts if my teams behind
And when I just happen to find
That they have actually lost
I cannot handle the emotional cost
Im agitated,
aggravated, mad, and sad
But that in itself is not whats bad
Its that I take it all too
seriously
More than serious things, mysteriously
Why Im that
way I do not know
But it wears me down so very low
That I can barely do my work
Because I think Im going berserk
I realize something
must be done
Because Im not having any fun
Seriously, Im going to lick this
thing
And to myself good fortune bring
But its
easier said than done
My addiction weighs a ton
And no matter what I do
Just between me and you
Is wonder who is winning
Until my head is spinning
Like it is right now
Its really bad; holy cow
Excuse me please,
just once more
Id better go check the score
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