in my defense i never played so hard for varsity but i ll score again that untouched net a source of dread i wanted my own hole to crawl through still do basketball in a vacant lot the surprising scent of a gland contracting up against the playground fence with so much guilt i couldn t protest you too one finger on the ball suspended round it goes spinning slow it goes slow there s another point for the pointless team i m cheering on with pom poms and batons why are you sweating your game another holy spasm although with radioactive conjurings a fearful lord who wipes my brow and licks up all my salt girls hit the showers now and if you wanna drown breathe slow breathe not at all there s another point for the pointless team i m cheering on with pom poms and batons