The Only Game in Town
America,
You're addicted to survival-of-the-fittest's animalistic instincts
Packaged as high-school, college, and pro football
Dished up ubiquitously, Monday through Sunday,
On pay-through-the-nose-and-hose satellite-TV channels
More numerous than potato chips in a family-size bag,
Which you can't keep your meaty, greasy paws out of,
No matter that you're so morbidly obese,
All you can do is warm the bench, sofa, La-Z-Boy, bed,
In the only game you're fit to play:
Survival of the fattest.
America,
You'd better hope that halftime lasts forever
Or, if not, that you never go into sudden death.
12/13/10 - (2)
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