Monday, May 9, 2011

I'm like the team that everyone roots for, but doesn't ever win.
Hell, even you were rolling for me, but you missed the final pin.
No seven showed up, I pulled a nine.
You asked for my two cents, but I gave you a dime.
Und.
Shunned.
Stunned.
Puzzled and gunned down from the back.
I almost had a heart attack.
I almost let it fade to black.
It was killing me to end like that.
But I understand.
I pray to an Angel for guidance, though I know I haven't sinned.
I'm still your favorite team, and there's always next season.

14 comments:

  1. Love it, keep them coming!

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  2. sounds like my local team lol

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  3. Very nice poem. has nice flow

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  5. always root for the under dog?

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  6. "Fade to Black"
    http://youtu.be/WEQnzs8wl6E

    cool use of sports/game references, but mostly, thanks for making me youtube one of my old favorite Metallica songs.

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  7. I like it. I like the way the pace of each line pushes you on to the next!

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  8. I haven't been around for a while, I apologize. But I'm happy to come back to another nice poem :)

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