I Should Have Been Drafted

A poem by the Wildcard

 

I should have been drafted

But instead I got shafted

Those NBA scouts

Have got

No bloody clue

 

I should have been drafted

Instead I got laughed at

For tryna go pro

When I’m only

6'2

 

Okay, man, I get it

My range is pathetic

I’ve got two poor left hands

And I can’t

Tie my shoes

 

But given the chance

I still think I'd enhance

Any team

in America,

Canada too

 

See, I’ve read all the things

About spacing and rings

And I study dunk vids

On youtube

With intrigue

 

I know all of the looks

I know all the playbooks

Last year I was third

In my

Fantasy league

 

I should have been drafted

Had a suit specially crafted

A handshake with Silver and a

Custom made

Hat

 

Yes, I should have been drafted

I’d've had my legs grafted

But whatever, it’s fine

Won’t lose sleep

Over that

 

'Stead I’ll watch television

Slam coaching decisions

And test out my luck

Tweeting

Players they suck

 

I'll flick trash in the bin

Like LeBron for the win

With no hype and no fanfare

No trainings

And such

 

Yeah forget that, I'm fine

Writing stuff for online

Basketball looks

Like it's probably really, really hard

And I doubt I could do it anyway.