A poem.

There is so much pain in the world.

Life is futile.

Meaningless.

Meaningless.

Just like the Sonics' efforts in the Western Conference Semifinals.

I did not ask for much.

Just a victory tonight.

One victory.

A Game 7.

A chance.

And I was denied.

It was all a lie.

We came so close.

And in the end none of it mattered.

None.

I hate basketball.

I hate sports.

I hate seafood.

I hate Puff Daddy.

It's all meaningless.

Kelly Clarkson has short arms.

That was a meaningless statement.

Here's another.

Adam Sandler's movies are all the same.

I'm gonna cry myself to sleep now.

F all of you.