The Player

People called him "The Player"
I yelled "Describe to me"
Before they describe,subscribe "The Player" fan page
"Sure and done subscribing" I said
They begin
One that hits mighty home runs
One that records a almighty batting average
Once a Designated Hitter to a Celebrated Pitcher
Can throw a ball at 100 miles/hour
It reaches home plate like a fireball
Can steal 2nd and 3rd like Ichiro Suzuki
Before you bite your "Greensboro Cookie"
That's delicious, whats more? Is he..
One that is ambitious to helping the poverty
One who never forgets his vicious past
Knowing that in the world series final
He has cost a game
Giving the adversary a walk off home run
Now he steps on the mound
Ready to rebound from that loss
A final out to end the game
Victorious! "The Player" still keep his head up high

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