The Ballad of Marcus Dupree

11/23/2010

Burned rubber on the green green grass

Airborne into the light unknown

Covered in old Mississippi Mud Pie Clay

He sits at home looking for love

Someone to hug

Without a pick pock

Someone to love

Without a traveling bone

Given any Friday, Saturday or Sunday

Taking it all in like a Christmas Tree

Glittered from head to toe

In stickers and in rings

From a tiny town with very little

From a scar that had overgrown

Ball was the only glue that stuck

And he was the their streak of luck

All he wanted was a friend

One he could count on

Like you; like me but never again

His smile and laugh are contagious

But his fear is driving him home

Back to Phily Miss

Back to hit or miss