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Zangrillo's Rant.

Zangrillo's Rant

   They call us linemen dumb, dumber than dirt,
   but I don't give a whole rat's ass
   about that shit's in all them classroom books.
   Don't give a three-dog fuck for letters of intent.
   I know I'm way too slow for big-time ball.
   I drop out Monday after my last game
   then, you turd, you'll see how fast I am,
   how fast I get my sorry ass to the mill.
   The union blocks for me. I'm done with yours.
   That league championship got you Penn State.
   For me, it gets me off the dead-man shift.
   I'll get my Pop's barstool when he retires
   and get a pension twice as better'n his
   in forty years. That's how dumb I am. Was.
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Author:Lombardo, Tom
Publication:Aethlon: The Journal of Sport Literature
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 22, 2006
Words:121
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