World Cup?

World Cup? Stanley Cup? Thomas Cup? or Double D cup
the only clear difference is the players
the competitive slayers and mystifiers 
the undoubtedly high profile high-rollers 
they skated through high school and flunk their A-levels
possibly drunk ascertaining their car license 
none of 'em gives a shit cause they don't have patience
but what they objectify is drive and diligence
the strong temperament to impertinence 
to transfigure prayers through religion
where they find the vowels among the consonants 
and excel in their game with confidence.

Sup!

Bumped into your doppleganger
he got nothin' on you, you have swagger
rocking the beats like Mick Jagger
smoother than a cupcake's batter.

You kinda looked like one of my alma maters
a split second of sweet déjà vu
glorious mother fucker of a hustler
dominating the dark alleys with your crew.

Consistently ballin', not trippin'
a lethal vaccination of sinful exploration
Gold chain hung low dem haters kept on tuggin'
an eternal administration to innocent damnation.

© Sher™