Death In the Sport But Love For the Game
Water the spirit of life. Rain
Washing, it drowns. And floods
The ground. Bemoan the dead.
Looks like leather seats. This
Luxury luckily Looming. Jet Black
black car assuming, lurking.
Then There's those painted deathly
Lips strawberry shade beauty of
The dead. Hexing haunting.
Gloomy grooming. Bemoan
Ash tone. Assume the posture
Death must be fed. Lastly
Listless meet back home
Excellently greet this grace the
Prime timeless faith those kind.
Time to meet your fate on the
Scrimmage line.
Exhaustedly treasured fee this
Time. Sunless days enshrined.
Pleasure please Pleasantly
No crime. What cost to bear
Shake and share.
Cross the turf Cross the lawn.
Weary on. Sing the song.
Forlorn fall on touch down
Bound. Football caught? For
Sport we thought? Another man's
Game. No regrets no shame.
But lame some pain. Feeling
The dealing the willing is strong
Go on, go on, go long. The
Matter at hand. The grieving
Believing. Liveliness of
Living lusciously. Forcefully
Crushing. The crux of this the
thrashing. paint? drips
Rushing red deep the blood is
Flushing. It seeps. Frustrating
Then blushing. The Tees' are
Crossed, Is' are dotted. The
Blood it's spotting. Go long.
Long ago meat had rotted
Heavens and roses ago forgotten.
For nothing at all for one for all
To small the call. Wanting? that
has got to go.
There's The throw!. Magic
Charisma is flaunted. Hearts
Explode 'cause love was lost
Of the game. Treasurers claim.
The rest of the gold then fest.
Atrociousness. Confess you're
Less? Press the flesh. but
You are better than best! Beat
Your CHEST!! Gardens bestowed
Roses that sew, mends the hearts.
Love storm! For the Love of the
Game!!
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2023
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