not trying to write something mysterious, i want you to get it

like when a ball hits the catchers mitt dead center, it’s in there

a putt in the cup, that sound when it drops, i want you to hear that when you read me

metaphors and adjectives have their place, but they are like side dishes, i want you to get the main course

i am everyman,who has won, lost, given, taken, lied and believed lies

that should be a good place to start

i rub shoulders with people i like, i rub hearts with people i love