Game Play Poem by Timothy Branch

Sitting on the side waiting for the next game, you watch cats to see what they got. Game....next! You come on with four more, call your man and play ball. You know about them but because they won they ain't thinking about you. But you know what they can and can't do. Take away move one, move two score buckets on your man on the other end. He slept on you. Bump and grind your man all game no respect for his nickname. He's frustrated. His game is decimated we up, my last shot is up off glass in the cup. Take a seat bruh. Yo, who got up? Game in the game I saw the win before it came. Man, I love this game!