Friday, January 11, 2013

Foster Child

Dear Worthless Defender,

Get off me you fool
Taste the dirt for having the audacity
To think that you have the ability
To touch me while I'm running
You can't touch me
Even when I stop
You will observe me bow
And salute those more privileged than you
As I take the time to acknowledge
What I'm thankful for
As you will acknowledge
That I have scored again
Your weak effort is an insult
I will throw you down like your mother disowned you
I deserve better defenders to challenge
As you are not a challenge for me
We are not the same
I am a proud vegan
You are slow from fast food
Because of that
You will eat dirt
And smell the grass
While I smell the flowers of success
You little man

Your Opposition,
Arian Foster

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