Hamburgers and basketball, build a man, and make them fall. Through dunks and lettuce, I most confess, a true warrior's bond shall coalesce. Mickey D, slam for me, across the court, a basket so legendary. Hot dogs double dribble on the floor, gotta wipe it up, that dog has some kind of disease. Mustard buster, two fries and a cola, I need to catch this game. Life is a game, hoops are just rings, onion rings nestled next to their mother. A mother of no remorse, meat cut not from horse but from cow. How baby how, am I wrong to hunger this adrenaline this rush. Hush baby hush, I am the ref, this meat is no fowl.