Ping Pong

It’s all up to you and meGiving and getting, keeping it all afloat Without us, The ball is a motionless piece of plastic A pointless sphere. You can spite me with force, sending it miles out of play I can surrender my side, in a passive-aggressive display Or... we can make each other’s purpose one and the same Eyes can meet in mutual gain I can make my offence fall gently in your reach You can make your aim The center of me And the volley, sometimes fast, sometimes slow Perpetuates it’s consistent back-and-forth

We both win.


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