GRIDIRON LIKE LOVE

the whole nine yards is one completely different ballgame
now i find myself inexplicably the quarterback on team love
staring at a hundred yards of field with a fistful of spleen
captaining the shittiest offense in the league
staring down the hardest defense & even though we're all padded & helmeted & protected,
i know it's still gonna fucking hurt when i get smashed each play
& for each yard i move my team i'll earn a merit bruise
so i call it & we huddle for 1st & 10 & i'm contemplating using my
wide receivers or just going straight up the center as the umpire blows,
& i cry yellow 41! yellow 41! yellow 41!
UP! UP! UP! & i take the snatch clean & then i see your defense coming . . .
a wall of truth
onrushing
& i know i've gotta palm off this atom ball or take the sack
so instead i fall to one knee looking for sanctuary & now
we're fucking 2nd & 14 & at this rate i'm gonna have to
punt or take the risk play option
& everyone sucks in big ones while i deliberate
mentally & all i've got left are 3 plays & the truth.
green 28! green 28! green 28!
up! up! up!