I Am Slipping But Am I Falling? Poem by Tyrone Gayle

I'm always passed the ball so that I can score and put the opponent in misery,
But in recent times I've been wasting my goals, what a mystery,
I used to be able to lock them in but now I've misplaced the key,
The one to success 'That's hard work, fool! ' shouted Mr. T.

Oh if I don't find it my failures will soon alarm,
This is suicide for I'm not shielding myself from all harm,
I'm incapable of touching my dreams it's like I have a cast on,
My future is wrapped with trinitrotoluene so I'll open with caution.

I'm not a BDE on TNT but this I will dismantle,
After all, if I don't I am not going to survive in this jungle.