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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Heaven's Gate

Football as a cigarette
poisons one lickety-split
as it feeds your mind's high
and depresses your low's low
So that as one slowly
becomes couch potato
Poor diet and exercise
quietly kills your life's health
Just like the cigarette
in equivalent numbers in the U.S.

Slowly your life's ocean ebbs
sucked into television's synthetics
'till life is unrecognizable
as we praise prowess and athletics
while we ourselves grow beer guts and barbecue pits.
(that will one day roast us!
by the mindless hoards of televisions
that overpower newscorps and prepaid programming)

And as we light up that injection sight
we pay millions to corporations
that daily... instill dependence and addiction:
to feel, to hope, to dream... of winning,
of beating all odds as preoccupation
of weapons of mass distraction
as excuse to forgo all solvent solutions
to real problems facing our Nation...
our lives and our wives and our children.

And as we absolve cigarettes of death
by new doohickeys of untested dependence,
We watch commercials that spiral debt
on credit cards and farm mortgages,
But that's not enough... football begs,
pleads! And Demands attention
On and off through day's tide
and under moonshine.

On the field we absolve football of violence
by teams getting paid and living through days,
While glamor and sexy cheerleaders parade,
mixing subtexts of sex and violent roleplay
But... that's not enough, cigarettes light up,
fog, and scotch pours to intoxicate
On and off through quarters of games
and during tailgate parties...

When's enough, enough, in the case of football?
When you've lost your shirt betting?
When you're gut starts to stick out?
I'd guess it's like smoking,
when it starts to destroy your life
and makes you a moody dog
from a lack of exercise and poor diet.
Real Men write poetry.

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