The Sporting Contest As Metaphor For Life: A Consideration In Verse

What Time Is The Super Bowl?

The Super Bowl is always now.
It takes place every minute.
It doesn’t happen somewhere else
Just look around — you’re in it.

You start out full of faith and hope
and joy for what will be.
You end up with your brains bashed in
and fractures in your knee.

Your arms are sore, your legs are weak
Your mouth is slack and muddy.
You’ve wet yourself and crapped your pants
The rest of you is bloody.

At every turn you’re smacked around
And even if and when
You somehow reach a goal of yours
They send you back again.

A bunch of larger angry men
Keep mashing up your head
And when they finally stop the clock
It’s over and you’re dead.

The Super Bowl? Well, that’s your life.
The suffering’s what sticks.
Oh, you meant this Sunday’s game?
That starts at half past six.