barack obama, 233 equals infinity
I
I'm pushin' lazy eights
Thru arcs of swishing hue
On an outdoor basketball court
Next to a sea of Hawaiian blue.
Shooting hoops alone
Is sublime as in a trance
But it can be worse
Than a wallflower's dance.
Comes a bounce, bounce, bouncing
From somewhere over there,
Air shatters with his, "Hi"
I hear it like a prayer.
We tell names,
He says, "Barack".
I say, "Mine is, Cain,
But they call me, "Crack".
"I can't say why,
You might think it's strange."
He says, "No, after all
What is in a name?"
Oh sweetness, incompleteness don't ya fall.
You know there's more to a basket than a basketball.
I say, "Paradise Lost,
What do ya think about the fall?"
Barack says, "I don't think
When I'm playin' basketball".
We start shooting friendly
But soon lose the time of fun
As time turns into serious
In a game of one on one.
He's got a fine left hand,
Not much of a right.
My body shifts to overplay,
My mind has taken flight.
Oh sweetness, incompleteness don't ya fall.
You know there's more to a basket than a basketball.
II
George Mikan stands there grinning
Thru a haze of swishing hue,
Says, "As for winning
I got something to say to you."
"I only had a right hand hook
Defense, they overplayed
So I started shootin' 1000 shots,
Thousand shots a day.
A thousand shots a day, sweet lord,
A thousand shots a day.
Five hundred left, five hundred right
A thousand shots a day.
You can pay, 'n even pray
But they'll still overplay.
Seems t' me ya best get started
On a thousand shots a day."
Oh sweetness, incompleteness don't ya fall.
You know there's more to a basket than a basketball.
III
Don't know what happened to Barack,
I still play basketball.
Sure had a sweet left hand
But that wasn't all.
He knew not to think
When the time was right.
Don't get any sweeter
In the day's long night.
Oh sweetness, incompleteness don't ya fall.
You know there's more to a basket than a basketball.