Light weight birdy,
you get so dirty.
Beaten until you are frayed,
hit around by some tirade.
You feel the anger
and you wonder.
Why this abuse?
Who can you accuse?
They whack you around from side to side,
cheering at your ripping hide.
The laughter follows you through your fall,
you feel as if you are a ball.
They count the times you slip away,
someone is going to have to pay.
You are elated, a swoosh of air,
he picks you up with a glare.
He cusses you like it's your fault,
he missed the mark, lost the assault.
You cheer inside at his loss,
and then you feel it, a gentle toss.