Horror played out at Sandy Hook
Tears made it hard to even look
One more coward with an assault
rifle
Saw precious life as but a
trifle
If there’s a hell, he’d better
cook
To an older generation, a link
Even though he didn’t always
think
Larry Merchant is stepping away
He was there during boxing’s
heyday
Finest hour was clowning
Mayweather with a wink
We bicker and argue and fight
And ignore others’ plight
Sure, it’s the holiday season
Credit card bills soar for no
reason
And hope the Mayans weren’t
right
Pete Carroll a douche to the
core
Faking a punt up 30, you dirty
whore?
Russell Wilson has made a career
Of making coaches better than
they appear
Pete the Fraud will get his
until he’s buttsore
Festivus Day is nigh
A holiday defined by a sigh
Grievances loudly aired
Feats performed with muscles
bared
That metal pole, it stretches so
high ...
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