Sports Villanelle Poems | Examples

A Villain, Nfl

You never meant anything to me anyway.
If I twist my wrist and thrust it down,
I flick my hips and slip away.

If I smash my forearm into your grill,
this is how I get my thrill.
You never meant anything to me anyway.

I am just a player, playing for fun.
But when I begin to play for money,
I flick my hips and slip away.

Sometimes, brutality and reality collide.
Brothers and players stand side by side.
You never meant anything to me anyway.

Well-off fans and super-rich owners,
to the players, are nothing but donors.
I flick my hips and slip away.

The players always give their all,
but always are expendable.
You never meant anything to me anyway.
I flick my hips and slip away.