The New England Patriots Are Killing Me

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 'though New England's winning games, they push it to the brink.

Even in their victories, they're driving me to drink.

Chewed my fingers down to stubs - a second on the clock -

Cundiff's kick sailed through the air; I watched it like a hawk.

 From the back it looked as if the field goal might be good...

It fell short and, once again, the coach who wears a hood

Won another squeaker: 27-26

But he's got a gaping hole that he will have to fix...

 Rob Gronkowski's out again; he's torn his ACL,

Meaning that his season is completely shot to hell.

'though New England's 10 and 3, they've had it pretty rough

And, although I know the Patriots are really tough,

 With so many players injured, poor Bill Belichick

Must believe the sports gods have done all they could to wreck

Any chance he has of going to the Super Bowl

(Which, as anyone can tell you, is his only goal)

But, without a miracle, that dream might be a bust...

Still, I haven't lost all hope; In Belichick we trust.

Trayvon Martin's Mom - Dear Ms. Fulton

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Trayvon Martin's parents; Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin.

Trayvon Martin's mom?  I can't imagine how she feels.

Sorrowful, of course...  But ever since this news grew wheels

She has had a politician knocking on her door

And Black Panthers offering to settle up the score.

She's been on the evening news - on every TV screen;

She's maintained her dignity in every shot I've seen.

But, the dreadful knowledge of his loss in her eyes -

Of that single gunshot cutting off his frightened cries.

My son wears a hoodie, too... He's also Trayvon's age;

I have always warned him that he, too, should not engage.

But, my son is not like hers because my son is white...

I don't tend to worry someone may shoot him some night.

Victim of that difference - I bet she's mad as hell.

I know I'd be furious (and you would be, as well)

If the man who killed my son was walking free and clear.

Ma'am, I am so sorry.  We are praying for you here.

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