WGT

The Better Man

 

            
This will be my finest hour.
Close the door, lock the knob.
I promise, profanity needeth disappear.
Tell your puppet to call Ocala home.
Cut the beat, slow your roll, a cappella, silence!
Tony Davis, heed the call.
Standing on the grounds, I see two faces.
Through pink glass, a light tint brightens the mood.
But what happens behind closed doors…..
Will become world-renowned, an intolerable fact.
Five and eight, no practice, two boats?
Tyranny! You wrote this poem for me.
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
Dizziness, but I still see you.
Give me your credentials, show me your clearance.
Trapped in a corner, a Dick and George bond.
Insult my father, threaten my mother.
“Take it to the house.”
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
Using a game, to hide your choices.
Smash that board into six pieces!
Destroy Milton H. Johnson’s wall!
Give me the chair, and I’ll give you a present.
Break your name, break the maze, and break your machine.
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
Downtown Panama, six months after the Karate Man.
Give me a start, three minutes in, one mistake.
Remove, then stare me down with black eyes.
Tearful cries, heartless lies, tearless laughs, heartful change.
Break-up my family? Karate Man can.
Karate Man can’t! Karate Man can’t!
Evil endure less than two days!
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
One, two, three, work hard!
Basketball is life, and life is basketball.
Garnet and gold blues, they gave me a chance.
The game is life, and life is a game.
A boy’s dream, it was my right.
The Karate Man, Coach Tyrone, needeth disappear.
I am the game, and I’m not playing.
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
First week of February, a few weeks after the calling.
An Earl Rich tantrum.
Sidney Baxter considers this spam?
Ice on my brain, blood on my mind.
Waning, waning, waning, waxing your kind.
“Midnight’s” chance ruined. “Midnight’s” last stand.
Locker room blues. Insult my brothers.
Number 23, 32, 55, 31, never, never, again.
Uniforms off, laundry time. I knew it was the end.
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
Summertime, second week, June, I’m not sad.
I’ll make this simple for an inconsiderate poser.
You cussed me in front of my teammates.
In front of my brothers, and then you glared…..
With evil, maniacal, and crazed eyes.
You said that I quit?
Clarification: I never started.
I completed my term, and decided to retire.
Why? Because IT was gone.
It’s easy to soak a seventeen year old boy’s eyes with tears.
But come at me now, Tyrone, come at me now.
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
A thousand reasons to remember my name.
And a few more to assure that you’re confused by two faces.
A double t and a d, represents expulsion.
You can insult my family, or dilute my visions.
In the shower, I fight for my mind.
You can disfigure the clouds, and drop the rain.
You can live and I’ll die, gravestone blues, all in vain.
Because we all know how well you are with balconies.
But remember this…..
I’m more of a man than you will ever be.
You can take that to the house, and to the bank.
I’m the better man.
Buy me a sandwich, then steal my lunch money?
Tony Davis, heed the call.
Peace is its name.
RAD isn’t racist.
Robert Alexander Deason          Peace
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