Wrong Call
Hey ref, you blew it ...
you made the wrong call!
Are you nuts ... crazy wrong,
or just trying to incite the crowd
Incensed people are calling 911 on the phone,
looks like your days of breathing air won’t be long
For goodness sake,
even Stevie and Ray
can see you made a mistake ...
for crying out loud
That call cost us the game,
you zebra chump!
And these drunk monkeys
are gonna go off the chain,
so watch out
It appears your track weight
looks a little plump
Right now you’re adrenalin tired and breathless,
but you had strong lungs
when you blew your whistle jackrabbit fast
If you’d made the right call though,
present grudges woulda stayed buried in the past
But the judgment bell’s been rung —
and your fancy car on fire, down by the docks,
is now taking a saltwater plunge
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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