Outside corner, low, away,
Paint the black. Strike
three.
Hometown crowd erupts with
joy,
Fanatics roar with glee.
Mezzo soprano sharpens. Ends
Her aria with ease.
Audience is mesmerized,
Mezzo soprano pleased.
Salesman standing, foot in
door to
Satisfy my itch,
Amaze me with your talent for
Illusion, bait and switch.
Braced for failure, seeking
out
Perpetual perfection.
Seldom finding sweet success
Advancing my direction.
Goes to show, one never knows
The what, how, where or
which,
The subtle canvas that we
paint
In finding perfect pitch.
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