The game is still on, In the dark I sit
I just watched my team play like Sh-t.

Durant barely tried, yet still triple doubled,
By the second quarter my hopes had popped like a bubble

Every time Westbrook slipped the pick and the roll
In the middle there was a giant, gaping hole.

The Thunder are young, and scary as can be,
. . . And Eric Gordon simply has a hole in his knee.

Perkins is slow, defends like a pole,
Yet Vasquez couldn’t fly past to the hole.

The Hornets tried a zone, around the perimeter they hopped,
but with Martin and Durant, the threes still dropped.

I do not, I do not like these Thunder a lot
The Hornets cannot win even if Anderson gets hot.

In the worst idea ever, the Hornets tried to Iso Henry
. . . And Eric Gordon simply has a hole in his knee.

So I’ll sit here alone, in the dark I won’t weep
with the hopes of more lottery balls that I secretly keep

In a few years this team may be able to contend
but right now it’s just stupid to pretend.

The Thunder as constructed are just plain dead-ly.
. . . And Eric Gordon simply has a hole in his knee.

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