The rules are fairly similar.
Dribble before you shoot.
Touch your own foolish beast at all times,
even as you covet the strong asses of others.
Don’t expect to remain impeccable
in this gymnasium—
incarnate, after all, you certainly might slip
a bit
especially where there’s shit on the floor.
Frankly, these planks are prosperous in shit.
You are an unrepentant wretch
from the moment that you tip off
to each moment that you score.
Go on and beat this dumb animal
if it drives him down the court.
That’s the type of player you’ve become.
Even though it’s scrimmage.
And novelty scrimmage at that.
The crowd came out to see you at your worst.
Get to the top of the key first.
My Saturday athlete, the donkey is braying.
Let me lift you into some triumphant dream,
wherein we’re entering the gate of a city.
Before I toss you into the warm brown loaves,
let me carry you toward that celestial hoop
if only for a few cloddish steps.
Were we fully able to enjoy each other’s agony
I’m afraid it wouldn’t be very much of a game.