The Game Poem by Randy Bullocks

The Game



She's confused and young in the search of love.

I was a rebound just to keep her up afloat

And give her some type of hope. It’s like we had

A one on one going on that didn't last long. I had

My arms in a circle as if I was a human rim and you had

My heart balled it up like a basketball. Stood at the free throw

Line because that's all I was a free shot. You took a shot

And missed didn't care to take another try you just walked off

The court didn't look back because you had your number one

Draft pick waiting on the sideline. You untied the knot we made

In are gym shoes and took off a dirty smelling sock and throw it in my face.

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Randy Bullocks

Randy Bullocks

Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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