The Stupor Bowl...

Another Day
for drunken excuses,

Armchair Quarterbacks,

Vandals and Looters,

let's all go down

to the nearest Hooters
and make Fools of ourselves;
The Stupor Bowl,

welcome to The Fold,

the Brotherhood of Macho,

scream and flex your muscles

before you, veins popping,

there's no stopping you,

you plan on drinking brew

till you can't see straight...

 

My Heroes don't game

kid's games for three hours,

hopped up on steroids

and bovine growth hormones

so the can feel false Power,

making obscene amounts of money

from contracts half of them

could not read, much less
even begin to comprehend...
 

The Teachers eating Cup of Soup

to bring notebooks to their class,

the Cop walking a beat alone,

putting his life on the line,

a Pfc. from the Bronx

defusing a land mine;

my Heroes are Heroes

twenty-four hours at time...

Feb. 1, 2015