I am looking for Rigley field
Past the flat-orange soda stands
Where children with guns
Search for hemp-haired horses
Galloping through Buttercup fields
Where frozen Barbies can’t afford
Easy-bake ovens
I am looking for Rigley field
Down past grown-ups
Where unappreciative years
Absolve nothing of the sorts-
Looking for lost individuals,
Buying unraveling lingerie,
Spending their lives
Trying to impress blind dolls
I am still looking for Rigely field.
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