Sports
and Me
I
think that God does not like sports...
or
warns me that I should not play.
For
I was always out of sorts...
it
seemed my bones are made of clay.
A
football clip reduced my knee
to
something that hurt constantly.
Basketball
prompted me much pain,
it
would too oft my ankle strain.
I
turned to golf, what could go wrong...
seems
that my grip was way too strong.
I
climbed the mounts; explored the caves,
found
far too many too-close shaves...
all
my psychoses came into play
and
left me as I am this day.
I
prayed to God to name a game
that
I can play to earn some fame.
He
said relax and write a poem
if good, begin work on your tome...
regardless, just leave Me alone.
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