It's a sad day for all
When some flabby old ball
From a game that does not really matter
Is the headlining news
And the people all choose
To debate it and argue and chatter
Anybody can see
That they really should be
More concerned with the critical stuff
Like that girl with the face
And those things from that place
And that guy with no shirt who's so buff
But perhaps I'm obtuse
There could be an excuse
We don't know what the future will bring
And these worries of mine
Might just be a good sign
That we're caring about anything!
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