I don’t know if God plays ball <br /> <br />soccer or foosball or bacci ball. <br />Well, I’m a Frenchman and <br />boules is the name of my game. <br /> <br />Being on the ball is like playing <br />with Gigi little girls. When God <br />created Eve I wonder did He <br /> <br />have in mind dirty old men <br />and did He mean putting man <br />behind the eight ball <br /> <br />and did He know that eons later <br />round the corner of the square ball <br />someone hooks up with <br /> <br />a hooded guy who sells 3.5 grams <br />of meth and coke and damn, <br />that 8 ball is already gone! <br /> <br />I wish I had another! <br />I start singin’ a tune, I don't drink <br />brass monkey, like to be funky <br /> <br />and my name ain’t Eazy-E <br />your 8 ball junkie. <br />We did an eight ball of blow and <br /> <br />danced until next morning. <br />I ain’t never goin’ out <br />With an eight-ball Chiquita <br /> <br />Cuz I got balls and I ain’t <br />givin’ her mine and <br />she ain’t playin’ with mine. <br /> <br />I wish God had more balls <br />and my brain marinate <br />in mothballs. <br /> <br />~~~ <br />Alex Nodopaka Aug©2010 <br />AD Something<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-know-if-god-plays-ball/
