Friday, December 09, 2005

Here's what comes forth when I'm drinkin on a Friday Night...

We play this game, we drive, we score
We play this game, we hit, we war
Explosiveness on the Offense
Intransigence on the Defense

We watch this game, we scream, we cheer
We watch this game, we cry, we tear
In our own glory, we gladly gloat
In our foe’s fall, we find fault

The clock shines bright, yellow numbers not still
As it ticks down, we count it out to nil
It's winner today, loser tomorrow
In winning is joy, in losing sorrow

But in that other game, we can’t see the clock
Timekeeper keeps his secret with his rock
The score’s obscur'd; what is to win or lose??
Zero: did we play or was it a ruse??

1 Comments:

At 7:30 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

that ending is deep s**t man. keep it up

 

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