tick tock they never stop.
for a while they worked their way in your dreams to subtly influence
never expecting that the mental jujitsu they taught you as a kid could be used against them
to end dreams.
but hell yeah i wanted their tickets to the clip show
cp3 to blake
“no strings attached.”
crazy thing about the clippers game is its crazy.
a bombardment to your senses at every moment.
if the game isnt run n gun slam dunking behind the back passing
clippers last minute shot over jail breakers
its cheerleaders and dancers and little kid dancers and half court contests
commercials and djs and kiss cam
and 10 year old boys taking off their shirts next to their proud mommas
xbi section is where they serve you sushi at yr seat superfast
so you dont miss the tshirts flying the kid ripping off all his jerseys
the black dude dancing in his seat, the drum line banging on the court
the old lady kissing her old man and then high fiving the kid infront of her
xbi likes to poison the ginger.
they slipped me a phone
today i mailed back the ringer.