Risking it all on a forty-footer
And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes
Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed
Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in
Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…
Like being the king of my domain
I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am
Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but
No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.
The start to an ordeal is never easy
Reaching down deep to find the follow through can be painful
It can make you want to turn back, give up, curl up in a ball
And yet, there is so much awaiting you on the other end of it all
Look, you know it won’t be easy but…
Success is usually worth the price of admission
Balls doing acrobatics down the hardwood lanes
Outside the second arrow trying to find the pocket
When in reality my ball does what it wants
Leaving me more pins than I can spare.
How many times can you hit that ball off the wall?
You getting annoyed by it?
Please, for goodness sake, yes!
Even if I change the rhythm?
Reaching out and grabbing the ball. “Enough!”
Releasing a string of curses
Everything was going wrong
Now he looked at the ball as it began to fall
Eventually, the world would know his incompetence
When the ball landed one second early
Francisco pulled out his putter and gave his brother the bird
Every year this golf game determines the honor of who hosted Christmas.
Under that sort of pressure, Francisco watched his brother step to the ball
Don’t you know it. Francisco sneezed just as his brother swung
The ball tumbled to the ground, forgotten for the moment
Under the garish yellow streetlights the batter still took a swing
Ravaging the Demon’s knife man’s rib cage with a sickening thud
Finally the contest was called on the account of sirens
Heavy thoughts weighed down Dan’s mind
Events had thrown him a massive curve ball
Forgoing self-preservation, Dan channeled his inner daemons
To hell with them all, Dan was going to heave it all away
Feeling lucky I placed everything on double zero
Oblivious to the gasps at the table, I sat back contented
Reaching for the roulette wheel, the croupier set it spinning
The ball was sent orbiting in the opposite direction
Under my breath I started to pray
Needless to say I cursed when it landed on red 32
Everyone felt sorry for me, but I didn’t care. I had stolen that money