Vegas hit us all in the mouth
Reflecting
an America uncouth
Then
Tom Petty died
And
every music fan cried
Especially
those of us “Down South”
Jitters
made me want to heave
Penalties
made me want to leave
But
amidst all the elation
I
ask you Wolfpack Nation
Are
you finally ready to believe?
A
racist dotard pile of blah
Has
made us the world’s pariah
Ignored
his own citizens in need
Threw
them toilet paper indeed
This
is who are now, America fuck yeah
One
woman lived only on bread fat
To
her, other ones kinda fed that
From
a place that didn’t know comms
To
one rife with pom-poms
Culture
shock, thy name is Red Hat
A
league with ever-changing rules
Filled
with no-trading fools
A
14-team stalwart once
Now
it’s like third-down punts
Fantasy
football, a kick in the jewels
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