Basketball

The ball gets checked
I look for an open
pass, but nobody's
there. I let the ball leave
my hands, it hits the
ground, I start to dribble.
My opponent watches the ball
closely waiting for the right moment to take
advantage of it. But
I know more than he does,
he does not know what I have in store for
him, I put
the ball around my back to
the left, he follows, but
then I cross him
over to the right but
he can't keep up, he struggles
and I burn him. And in triumph after taking
him to school
I give him a grin, and do it
AGAIN!

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