Footbal In My Cave Poem by James McLain

Church is done humbly my soul not forgotten.

My bones of the barn yard buzzard now at my
feet breezy fingers wiped on back cheeks
the world of us primates now resumes so
to speak with game of the cave man none
are meek.
Crashing thuds of bodies in crush on the hard
edge of caution my cheeks long have griped.
First downs touch downs second second
reason by way of insanity
better than sex some here now glorious is the gun
when we win....
eh eh you thought I would slip and you grip by telling
you the name of
my team...: ) it(s real foot ball oh yes wedgie from my seat when I stand up.