After the ballgame
Nearly brawling
In the alley behind the bar
Over which one of us
Was more disgusted
With whom we really are
And who would leave more scarred
(That didn't take us very far)
A box of Topps cards sprawled
Across the apartment floor
At 4 or more in the morning
The workday came
Without a warning
Sleep would have to wait
Intoxicated need for a remedy
Straight to yellow Gatorade
Between me and you
I think we both knew
That this would be a Good-old day
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