Ball Games

He spends the whole weekend
sitting before the telly,
in his room with buddies,
wearing shorts, no shirt,
smoking cigarettes to butt-ends
and gulping down cases of beer,
cheering, cussing, thumping
on the table hard whenever
his team scores a goal.

He has a beer-belly.
Unshaven, untidy, unkempt,
his breath stinks,
he munches on pretzels
cheetos and chips
all day long and asks his wife
to make burgers and weenies
for him and his buddies
during the game breaks.

She is tired of his shit
and wants to kick his butt out
but she can't. She is a white trash.
She needs a home to live
and has three kids to feed.

Rangers lost,
Nine to three,
Get me some beer, honey.
What a shit!

Click, click, click.

There’s nothing now to see on TV.
Our team lost again.
Honey, get me more beer.
What a shit!