No End Game

I suppose my abhorrence of sports

Is that I am awful at most all of them

Except maybe……….nope, all of them

Depending on the sport, it is the rules

That seem entirely too confusing

Adhered to both accurately or vague

Who authorized refs to dole out penalties

Decide what is a foul or an error is

When a flag is thrown or whistle blown

Football, forget it, way too many players

Wouldn’t know who to throw the ball to

Basketball, always felt like I was traveling

Plus the only time I could do a layup was

If no one was around or playing against

Soccer, no way, I get winded writing this

Baseball, every one on base. Count 3 & 2

Strike out then get told to go home, shit

Bowling, ping pong and horseshoes is a

Futile attempt at anger mismanagement

Yet, probably more to the point is that

When it comes to professional sports

The thing I notice the most is people’s

Pseudo passive possessive pride of

Faux, fake, fairytale, figment facts of

Ownership of “their” team, is based on

Nothing other than their dad liked a team

Or the colors were appealing to the eyes

Or they won two years in a row making

Themselves feel like a winner hoping

They could only get sick of winning if

Just next season, they’d be victorious

Meanwhile acting like they “own” the team

Worse yet is having to listen to the guys

At work rattle on how “their” team could

Have won if only “their” “best” player was

Not injured, if only, if only, blah, blah blah

Like the talking heads on all the sports TV

Advertising outlets for beer, chips, pizza

Heartburn drugs, big screens and dishes

Sodas, reverse mortgage and ed meds

On 24/7, dissecting the uber mundane

As if somehow it mattered to evolution

Making a windfall mockery by keeping

Eyes glued to a flashing screen while

Using deep voice guys and 1/2 dressed

Costars with stats and commentary to

Provide the audience with fire fuel, having

Expended all possible dull dialogue by

Knowing more about teams than who

Their kid’s teachers or playmates are

Meanwhile the owners could care less

If they win by a little or lose by a lot

They’re too busy making bank deposits

Cashing in on distraction and division

Plus “officially” licensed merchandise

Which is “proven” by hologram tags WOW

Take my wallet and empty my bank acct.

It probably just boils down to one man’s

Junk is another man’s treasure however

Upon reasonably thorough examination

It is more likely a tool in the toolbox to
“Use sports and television in this country, to distract people and take their minds off how bad they’re being fucked by the upper one percent.:

– George Carlin

That seems to be the END GAME

There is no final score and the only

Winners are multinational corporations

Selling the masses increasingly shinier

Louder brighter redundant faster stuff

Subsequently destroying their home earth

“They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ‘cause otherwise we’d be free.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation which is what we’re becoming.”

– Bill Hicks