American Football

Yesterday at my Super Bowl party, someone read a few poems about football. It's not as pretentious as it sounds. Really... Here is one that I had to share with you all, for no good reason other than to make you laugh on a Monday morning.

American Football
By Harold Pinter

Hallelujah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.

It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!

Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

We think it's about the war, but it works either way.