Bowling
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I woke up in a cold sweat
I rustled and tussled and fret
For I knew today
Would be the day
I had to go bowling.
It had been my biggest fear
For the better half of a year
On the street,
people turn around to look at me.
Not because I'm a muscle stud that a thirsty girl would love to meet,
but a man with a crazy personality and an addiction to bowling and sweet tea.
Unlike sweet tea,
Your shapely curves attract me
To come and play your game
My mind's not in the gutter
I stay focused and aim
I want to bowl you over
I want to hear the sound
The claps as you surrender
I’ve lied to myself.
Twisted words and flipped meanings inside out
Stared at NO long enough until
I squeezed the yes out of it
Like the end of drink
In the sticky heat of the summer
It's always been my thing,
Ever since the age of five,
I don't even need any bling,
To make this sport come alive.
