Unecessary Roughness


Prone I lie,


on this field of life,

devoid of dreams,

and absent of any hopes

of winning.

No one threw a flag on the play,

though the foul against me,

is quite obvious

and blatent.

My defense has left,

hudled at my fourth down.

While the offense,

looks on in delight

and plans the next sack.

My score has yet to be settled,

always remaining off-sides.

And no protective guard,

nor padding,

prevented this kick off of a sport

I no longer wish to play.

This unecessary roughness

has me ready to call the game,

throw in the towel,

and head to the locker room

in absolute defeat.

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