Don’t touch my soccer ball

It’s mine

It’s round like me

Bouncy and buoyant

You can kick it into the clouds

If you’re strong enough

Just like you can to me

I’ve been kicked into the clouds by my dad

He’s like 20 feet tall

and people call him the big G-O-D

My dad isn’t real

But sometimes I can’t tell if i wish he was

Don’t touch my soccer ball

Even if it is rolling around too much

I roll around too much!

What are you going to do

stick me in the cupboard too!?

You haven’t even played with my soccer ball

And yet you have the audacity for your first interaction with it to be imprisonment

You’re probably gonna be one of those old men that keep the sports balls that accidentally end up in your yard and never give them back

You’re not

You’re nice

I’m just sad because I’m at the park

Wishing I had my soccer ball

But I don’t

Because it wasn’t where I left it