What Thing Would I Change?
Location
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.