Jordanesque In My Ballet
I said you couldn’t hold me,
I told you I must scold thee.
Play tight and I will break free,
Play off and I must stroke three.
Twisting, writhing, jerking,
Shooting J’s and smirking.
You should be at work; box and clerking,
While I am here, going berserking.
Game is on today,
TOLD you I must slay.
Lebron-like in my foray,
Jordanesque in my ballet.
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