[MC Frontalot appears as the Ping Pong Master]

You can excel, grasshopper, if you're willing to pay the price!
Keep your eyes on the ball. Grip the paddle like a friend.
You don't have to have telekinesis but pretend
like you do. Aim the sphere around the court.
Enter into the slow motion so that time & space distort.
Make report with the paddle; pick pock how it go.
Pop-lock as you wield it; feel the ball flow
against the counter-currents of the motions you make.
You might mistake it for a simple game of angles, but it ain't.
Now taint the universe with the flavor of your game,
tilt reality around the ball to shape the lane
of its travel. But do not let it unravel fate:
don't return a volley if it's already too late.
It's unfair to your opponent how you move through air,
how you throw away your paddle -- in the back pocket got a spare,
how you dared him to serve before you got in the room,
how he tried but the net cradled each as a womb.
Now, assuming that you've got all my lessons ignored...