Back when my lower half still worked When AstroTurf was where we learned To off gas the weeks work It was the nineties The fancy dans Got together To bring down the leather On the clearly less skilled They thought that talent alone could **** But they reckoned against ****** determination And spitting bile we sure created A ram it down your throat Football unit And soon enough We certainly proved it That if you Like to but heads Against the elites You'll find Their skill is weak and so effete.
Every time I think of you I'm overcome No excuse It a feeling that should not be The pull I feel So close to thee I imagine you and me In a state o ecstasy I know it never will not be Is that what I meant Contradictory.
You got to love the ego It does so much **** work Dealing with the judgemental Superego Harsh reality and the Id that **** The Id just wants to **** and fight and feast Superego tuts and rolls its eyes Reality stands there laughing This is hardly a surprise Freud called the Id the cauldron Dr Morbius said it had monsters in it As the unthanked ego labours on Stoic true and finite.