I always hated ping pong.
Such a boring game of the same thing
Over and over.
The ball is on your side, now its on my side, now it’s back on yours, and then back on mine.
Who even cares?
You passed it to me first,
And I hit it right back like the
Fool I always have been.
But I don’t want any part of it,
And frankly, I never did.
But I’ll play along,
Because what else am I supposed to do?
I can only watch the ball bounce against the tile
So many times, before it begins to irritate me even more
Than the match did to begin with.
As much as I hate the game,
I think I love winning