The Click
Someone please tell me why
favortism is still running rampid
oh coach, oh coach
just play my kid
I don't make a lot of cash
I'm not the middle class
Your team is not going to win
Anything
They're just freshman, for petes sake
play them all equally
they all practice together
through the howling winds of change
through all the nasty weather
You were ahead fifty freaking points
yet you put back in the starting five
with only a few minutes to go
what were you thinking
that decision
so rude, sow low
there are more things in life
that trying to be impressive
with your coaching philosophy
it's ignorant thinking
as far as I can see
Most of all these starting five
whined that there teamates even got in
just as there parents
born without
sin
poem by Matt Mondschein
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