hating a sports team
is like loving the stuffed unicorn
you won after long hours at a carnival game
a good time as long as you remember
they’re both emblems
of how much money gets spent
on projected dreams
you could probably have realized
on your own
if you’d spent more time
and less cash on letting someone
sell you on their version
of war and theft
on competition as metaphor
for something you lack
and loving a sports team
isn’t much different
unless you’ve got the arm for it
and you probably don’t
or else you’d be playing not watching
and you’d know it’s all a business
fueled by slippery-smart men
who know their mythology better
than you know yourself
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