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Poet in the Post: Bob McAdoo

December 8, 2009



Bob McAdoo,
give anything to be a mac like you.
Heat up easy as cheese.
Pull up an easy bake oven
good enough for a baker's dozen.
Dance through the lane
like thoughts through the brain.
Dreams roll off finger tips
and linger like wooden ships
off white sails and through nets.
Saw your jersey for sale.
Tried to win it in a bet.
Simple arithmetic 1 + 1 always equals two.
Bob McAdoo run the floor like a wave to the shore.
Drop step sick like a throat with strep
leaves opponents to scrub the deck,
even Jack Ramsey raises fists
like he just got free from a list.
Amen. ATM. Open all night.
Glow like a LiteBrite.
Out of sight from repression and depression;
a proclamation against the oppression
of always having to assume the position,
not a four nor a five,
just a reason to stay alive
and never die like a Buffalo in slow mo.
Bob McAdoo,
wish I didn't have to know you through YouTube.

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