Sweet scent of oil
And shoes ill fitting
Velcro strapped tight
And I won’t be sitting
Much
Double socked up
Will still crush my toe
Give me one second
It’s my turn to throw
Search through the balls
Stick my fingers in the
holes
Step to the line
It’s time to rock and
roll
One step
Two step
Three step
Release
Another errant throw
I’ll just blame it on the grease
Gutter ball, gutter ball
Three pins, strike
Gutter ball, gutter ball
I can do this all night
More animated than the
cartoons on the screen
Check the scoreboard
I’m the double digit king
pin
Didn’t lose
Didn’t win
Gonna need Aleve for the pain I’ll be in
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
Author of LUNARTIC (and other poems)
insta: @theaaronmorrison
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