I searched for an old address
Same house still stands
Shown clearly on google earth
So convenient, a globe to zoom
Spin it round to go elsewhere
So there I was transported to 87
Oh yeah the mound in back
Spending hours pitch practicing
The jumping jack style stance
Looking for the runner
Fire down the hole
Hope most to be a catchable throw
Avoiding the inevitable fist fight
At least another pitch get right
The pong table in roofed porch
Protecting from a SoCal scorch
Nothing protects from the
Monster in the shed
Lurking with its fire and brimstone
Spouting lies and condemnation
Slaying demons from beyond,
this child
These children could be no match
Sharpening his sword for the fury
Lies deep within the wielding arm
With no opponent miles around
The violence commences unimpeded
Wait..that IS where it was
The demons eyes lay within his demon eyes
His power had come from faux ceremonies of guise
Phony infestation in human form intoxicates
