I Don't Know If God Plays Ball Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

soccer or foosball or bacci ball.
Well, I'm a Frenchman and
boules is the name of my game.

Being on the ball is like playing
with Gigi little girls. When God
created Eve I wonder did He

have in mind dirty old men
and did He mean putting man
behind the eight ball

and did He know that eons later
round the corner of the square ball
someone hooks up with

a hooded guy who sells 3.5 grams
of meth and coke and damn,
that 8 ball is already gone!

I wish I had another!
I start singin' a tune, I don't drink
brass monkey, like to be funky

and my name ain't Eazy-E
your 8 ball junkie.
We did an eight ball of blow and

danced until next morning.
I ain't never goin' out
With an eight-ball Chiquita

Cuz I got balls and I ain't
givin' her mine and
she ain't playin' with mine.

I wish God had more balls
and my brain marinate
in mothballs.