Before I was born –

a sale of some sort.

Perhaps it was fate –

more likely just sport.

Set up by some folks –

I never have met.

Adoption for me –

I’m still in their debt.

The sale was for jeans –

or so though they thought.

Showed up there quite late –

what’s left what I got.

They didn’t read well –

which seems the case  – wow.

I’ve come to this fact –

I’ll never dunk now.

The jeans they went fast –

the tall ones went first.

Because they were late –

with short “genes” I’m cursed.

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