Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

The Final Draft Pick

There was a knock 
We stopped doing our tik tok 
Opened the opportunity door 
A cable guy was there from the local electronics’ store 
With orders from the mother ship 
He handed me a grid iron script 
I was chosen 
Stood there in shock and frozen 
Wearing his prop the NFL mask 
He entered to do his communication task 
I must have stock 
And now I was on the clock 
Was my thought 
Wondering if my athletic product was going to be bought 
Continuing to assemble the device 
It was a camera that had a nice retail price 
Do I owe you for the house call? 
No just go and play football 
When that green light flashes 
You will be seen by the masses 
Stay calm when you are on 
Was the cable guy’s comment 
Knowing that I really wanted it 
You are now a rookie 
Your background is known by everyone even the bookie 
As he left 
I tipped him money to bet 
Knowing I will be a selection 
Not a rejection 
After the internet inspection 
First night came and went 
Green light had no transmission sent 
Was my small box in tune?
With what the virtual production was doing? 
Picks were made 
Yet I did not hear if I made the grade 
Two hundred was the one that had the call 
And I started to plan applying for that job at the mall 
It is a nice Radio Shack 
A nice wage no reason to pack 
Centered in a strategic place 
Making money when I put a smile on my face 
All of a sudden it came 
The television said my name 
The green light started to blink 
A giant interest I did think 
I got a shot 
To put my talents in the NFL pigskin pot 
Securing the final draft slot 
And a reservation spot 
On the simple rookie cot

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