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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