monday night in poetry

  • June 8, 2017, 4:32 a.m.
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Are all your rowdy friends here for Monday night?
Good. Lock the doors.
Only the final survivor of Monday Night Football will know freedom.
Are they ready?
Are they ready for some football?
They are probably ready for some football.
They are probably not ready for the deathsport of the Thunderdome.
They are probably not read for two men enter, one man leaves.
Only the final survivor of Monday Night Football will know freedom.
Did you bring chips, did you bring dip?
Only the winner will sup upon those Doritos.
Did you bring beer?
The alcohol will help disinfect the wounds.
Are all your rowdy friends here for Monday night?
Good. Very good.
They never suspected a thing.
They thought we were going to watch boring-ass football.
The first rule of Monday night is to get all your rowdy friends here for Monday night.
The second rule of Monday night is
only one of them will get to see Tuesday morning.


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