"deflategate" poems
Deflate Gate
By: Tom Brady
When it comes to football
it’s all about the ball
it’s got nothing to do with skill
or giving our fans a thrill
When I cozy up behind the hiker
and give the call to begin the game
he snaps the ball into my hands
as the crowd screams from the stands
Then I make my famous moves
to the left, maybe right, maybe back
either to pass the ball or, to
hand it off to a running back
Where the ball goes, nobody knows
just me – in my moment of glory
whether the ball is soft or hard
I can’t be bothered or give a worry
Seems strange to me about the air
inside the ball – being such a big crime
they check the pressure when we start
why not each quarter, or, during half time
Whether a ball is soft or hard at game’s end
no difference to me or any team mate
we’re here to play our best on game day
not to deflate ***** or litigate
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
I am deflated
like a balloon left in the corner for a few days
wrinkly and sad but still there
slightly full but not worth keeping
I am deflated
like an inner tube of a bike tire
rolled out of a garage after the winter
a hindrance on the path to felicity
I am deflated
like an air mattress
handled carelessly a few too many times
still useful but not overly enjoyed
I am deflated
because I am too exhausted to inflate myself
again
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC