Meditations of An Offensive Lineman

MEDITATIONS OF AN OFFENSIVE LINEMAN I am the essence of patience and method No reckless trash talk; I never say a word I am John Henry, harder, A hammer on your bones driving spikes through your soul and your disintegrating self esteem We have a chunky young tailback who dances through turbulence like light through the trees in a storm borne by wind When he runs with me, you’re never there Elevating your game is just wasting your time I am the tiger in the grass by the river of your demise Too late you comprehend the aesthetics of my violence, the pattern of my stripes, the curve of my teeth, the savage nuance of my mayhem Go ahead, fight me if you must but my arrival is always fatal