Never Drop It, Little Boy

Look at what the boy is holding
Careful, don’t let it fall
As you’re one with the universe
When you’re holding your little ball

He walks gingerly and scared
His task is all but small
His whole life hangs in the balance
Of that shifty little ball

Not immune to what surrounds him
He hears the sexy pleasuring call
Of a life devoid of boundaries
With no scary little ball

But what ominous and vile doom
Shall on his poor head befall
If the careless little idiot
Drops his precious little ball?

He would never let it happen
He would never have the gall
To risk venturing the world
Without his sacred little ball

Content in a land of nothing
Feels no need to have it all
The boy will never hear the sound
Of a bouncing little ball