Who threw me this fuc*ing football? <br />Expecting me to kick the sh*t out of it and then run <br />Where are those drunken buggers? <br />That placed a series of bets on me <br />To just quit and lay it all down on the ground <br />Like some bleeding punk… <br />That's what they'd prefer to think of me... <br />But listen to my words you blokes <br />And take a lesson from my lashing tongue <br />When I first entered this here game of yours <br />I was not having any fun <br />But after many yards and many years <br />Of beating my hard earned head <br />Against the inside of your legalizations of protective helmets <br />I think I’ve finally got the bloody hang of this <br />And I for one intend to win… <br />So I ask again…Who threw me this fuc*ing football? <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kicking-it-up-their-wazoo/
