The ping pong ball bounces off the table
And flies definitely to a surprising height
Just to come down, get hurt and bounce again
Two players are showing off who’s able
To hit it at an angle in its flight

One strikes the ball, the thing’s insensitive to pain
It soars, it flies – quite like an alien spaceship
And travels through the air in an erratic motion
Outdoors is mayhem, thunder, heavy rain
While I would rather weep
But to weep here? What a crazy notion.

Another player gives the ball a blow
The spaceship dashes in its final thrust
Like rocket racket cuts air like a knife
But misses target, the ball flies low
It lands ignominiously to rest in dust
And I think wow, the ball’s exactly like my life