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Deflated Basketball
He is pushed to the ground,
a plop sounds around the room
and then he attempts to bounce back up.
People fear being hit by him,
when no matter what happens,
he is hit.
Thrown to the ground.
Pushed to the wall.
When it's not his fault.
These other creatures worry
about offense and defense,
while he is constantly defending.
A sound is heard, a buzz,
and everyone is cheering,
cheering for him.
He won.
The crowd is on their feet
clapping and applauding the win.
But they turn away from him,
and leave him on the cold, hard ground.
He's remembered as a prop,
but not as a help,
and always forgotten.
a plop sounds around the room
and then he attempts to bounce back up.
People fear being hit by him,
when no matter what happens,
he is hit.
Thrown to the ground.
Pushed to the wall.
When it's not his fault.
These other creatures worry
about offense and defense,
while he is constantly defending.
A sound is heard, a buzz,
and everyone is cheering,
cheering for him.
He won.
The crowd is on their feet
clapping and applauding the win.
But they turn away from him,
and leave him on the cold, hard ground.
He's remembered as a prop,
but not as a help,
and always forgotten.
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