Holy Speared it
Spiritus Sanctum
off the bankboard I banked ‘em
Wave to the crowd
Thanked ‘em
Proudly auditory
Not for the glory I sank ‘em
Free throws bro gimme points
Don’t need ‘em
Cut with greed and proceed
to make the net bleed
Left hand lead reverse
Could it get any worse
Heard you curse when I poked
Which provoked alley oops
Bombing troops from outside
Way out wide
Corner three on the way I provide
Cutting so set your feet and don’t slide
Blocking foul then on the floor you glide
04/14/2009 at 6:42 AM
This poem feels like a highlight show. I was in the game. Well done!
08/10/2009 at 10:16 AM
XX & I are digging your renditions