Basketball

In my defense, I never played
 So hard for varsity, but I'll score again
 That untouched net, a source of dread
 I wanted my own hole to crawl through
 Still do
 Basketball in a vacant lot
 The surprising scent of a gland contracting
 Up against the playground fence
 With so much guilt, I couldn't protest
 You too
 One finger on the ball
 Suspended round, you go spinning slow
 You go slow-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
 There is another point
 For the pointless team I'm cheering on
 With pom-poms and batons
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 Why are you sweating your game?
 Another holy spasm with radioactive conjurings
 A fearful lord who waxed my brow and licks up all my salt
 Girls hit the showers now
 And if you wanna drown, breathe slow
 Breathe not at all
 There is another point
 For the pointless team I'm cheering on
 With pom-poms and batons