Hanging on the Rim

Excerpt from Hanging on the Rim, a soon-to-be published epic poem about existentialism and sports:
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Hanging on the rim

After the hottest dunk you’ll ever see

An alley-oop from my friend

I got so high, and he's a loser (kind of).

Hanging on the rim

I see a dove fly

He has a crooked wing

That I straighten with the sheer power of excellence.

Hanging on the rim

My mind goes empty

Forgetting my flight across the key

And my opponents below me.

Hanging on the rim

I wonder if those ladies can see up my shorts

It’s far enough from their seats

I blow them kisses.

Hanging on the rim

I think about Africa

There’s a lot of people who can't dunk there

Because they don't know it's Christmas.

Hanging on the rim

It can be lonely, with no family and friends;

Should I wait and hope they’ll someday join me here,

Or should I stop flying?

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