This is it, time for a change of pace and scenery,
More than an hour was spent indoors glued in front of the TV,
Time to get the bodies poppin’, get the vitamin D fix in while the sun is still shinin’,
‘How ‘bout a game, y’all?’ Get the competitive juices flowin’,
Found a ball in the living room, a game of volleyball was unanimously voted,
Was tame at first but slid into anarchy quicker than one can scream ‘Brexit’,
Five participants, game played two-on-two and first to five goals,
The fifth served as the referee, waiting patiently til it was time to change roles,
You’re the oldest of the bunch, entered the arena with your so-called rep on the line,
“Can’t let ‘em beat me,” says you, “I’m the best and fairest this game is all mine,”
You went in hard and ready, eyes blazed like a predator,
Throwin’ your weight around, beating your chest like a silverback gorilla,
Point after point scored but it was all in good fun,
Intensity cranked to the max but ain’t no beef started between anyone,
All had their time in the sun but you were determined to snag MVP,
Gotta serve these young cats notice that alpha status ain’t for free,
Ball’s served by the opposition, time to blow this ball to Kingdom Come,
Swatted it hard, sent it over the fence in your quest to be the special one,
So much for mad flexin’, now the game’s suddenly halted,
Ball’s lost and you’re the clown that belted it, now it’s your job to go retrieve it,
Pulled Pops away from conversation with Unc like you wanna drag him to the Principal’s office,
Can’t go out in public unless a responsible adult’s around for supervisin’,
Ran towards that ball, it’s on the grass just past the pavement,
Bent over to pick it up while your cousins are shouting at you to return it,
Youthful exuberance overcame common sense, combined with ego it can lead to silly consequences,
Fuck throwing it back the right way, gotta hot dog it like a circus performer,
Tried to throw between the legs like Nick Kyrgios returning serve,
Missed the target, slotted it into the neighbor’s yard with no one home to return it,
Now you’re blushing, cursing your idiocy, your cousins rightfully berating you furiously,
Pops shaking his head wondering how his kid’s capable of such lunacy,
Standing there like a fool pantsed in the school ground in front of everyone,
The top dog is gone and in its place stands the king of the chumps,
It was fun while it lasted, because of you it’s prematurely ended,
Scurry back into your hole, fool, cuz ya done played yourself.