When choosing sides,
to play a game.
Who chooses the old,
and the lame?

When I order,
a side of beef,
to be drawn and quartered,
might bring relief.

No matter which side,
you choose to join.
You'll be blamed for joining,
kicked in the groin.

For football is,
another name for life.
The Super Bowl isn't reached,
without sacrifice and strife.

So whatever side you are on,
I don't care at all,
I'm on your side,
Until the fall.

And then, I'm betting on,
the other side to win.

If you don't see the irony in this,
then it is my fault. Still trying to
write something funny and light.

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