poolshoots

O! It cannot be stopped!
These are two men locked in a combat
Of most mortal nature!
Lo and
The numerous balls behold!
Scattered upon the velvet table
Still and contemplating their fate
They all in some varied combination
Shall collide, eachother and with the ivory
and inevitably into the yet empty sockets
where to remain until the very last
blackball barreling tumbles down inside
sub-eternally ’til game on again.