When was the last time she was interested in western football?
Bad sports luck, her luck's playing a bad game of modern baseball
***** physical stuff, her life was caught between a tiger's jaws
She tried to lift it off, but she can't, she can't even make it turn over
Trying to fit herself in mom's jeans, but she's not caring and matured
What direction? Midwest! **** Midwest! She'll sail on a trash boat
What sense does this poem have? None! Thoughts are sorority noise
To find happiness and real friends, she'll have to pay moose blood