I hate metaphors
That posit a ball game,
Any kind of ball game, as the equivalent
Of a raging storm or a lost dog.
My least favorite arises when cancer is eradicated.
“I beat cancer” sounds too much like a pro-wrestling match,
When the opponent, pinned to the canvas,
Hears the referee declare the blue eyed hero the victor.
If death could be annihilated it would stretch the sport jockey.
Time travel might drive brain-dead comparisons
Into surrender.
Or lead to the creation of a new sport.
Suppose a tennis serve were returned
Before the server struck the ball.
What metaphor would assail the viewing audience?
“The shot unheard around the world”?
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