What Thing Would I Change?

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I stand in the crowd

the smell of cheese fries and shouting women

aching head and burning eyes

Ouch, my eyes!

Pompous athletes

Balloons pumped full of bravado

Tempestuous kids throwing popcorn in my hair

A basketball game, like every other

 

What would I change?

What would I adapt?

Would it be the cheerleaders with their obnoxious caws

The father's: prolonging their youth?

My own inability to play the game?

No, not the kids, the parents, the game or the smell

I wouldn't change a thing

I hate basketball, I hate the crowd

Yet, even in this chaotic world

The only change is me.

 

 

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Wow, this is great. :)

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