Not long ago i fouled the ball
I broke a law and strike was called
Apologized to all my friends
I swore that I would make amends
I must confess I failed the test
The quarantine had stirred unrest
A new ball pitched, a perfect tryst
I had to swing, could not resist
Its arcing curvature seduced me
And just like that the screwball fooled me
So that’s strike 2, it’s deja vu
And my apologies accrue
Troublemaker’s what they call me
I wonder how this fate befalls me
My chance of winning fades like vapor
All that’s left a slip of paper
A message reads “stay out of trouble”
A fortune cookie lays there crumbled
But I look up and stand up straight
This time I won’t take the bait
Sure I’ve made some dumb mistakes
But pay attention, mark this date
There’s weariness in the pitcher’s arm
And like they say third time’s the charm
Fastball, change-up, sink or slide
I promise you this next throw’s mine
Try me with your top notch closer
I will not let this game be over
Troublemaker’s a misnomer
From now on, I’m hitting homers