I’m all clogged up today,
Head snot infested,
Forehead out to there,
Nose as wide as a delta,
Eyes squeezing skimpy tears,
Throat of wet cardboard.
It’s an old story
Making me gasp,
Making me double over
And puke on the field.
I could have been a great linebacker,
Or a better running back.
I loved running,
Others hanging off me,
Trying to bring me down.
In the end it was my nose
Blocking my breathing,
Tackling my lungs,
Clotheslining me
Short of the goal line.
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