The Game

The game just began
With two teams,
On red and the other blue
We in this too,
And all are in...
Fans cheering and some booing 
Yeah! we love y'all hater's, 
Section and schedules
We gotta make it in time,
From eight to three
Beautiful grasses- fine cut lawns,
This is the game
12 men but six are in
Playing squash without the quard
Its a rough game; So we pay to win
Red cards and yellow cards
The warnings so we look up to the sky
Coach Shouting "this can't be right"!
But we play any way.
 
Player one is in and Player two left,
Coach benched me:
So im watching the game from the side lines,
Team one scored three goals and later six, 
the coach snapped and had to put me on the field 
Damn "i had to go again"
I scored nine goals and it was it!
A beast-A mascot to a team winner
Red T-shirt and numbered eleven  
Man of the match- I lit up the game 
Catch me if you can,
If they want a rematch 
And I'm afraid that I'll win again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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