Super Bowl –
We’re gonna turn it over

tip it over

pour the contents out

into a baking pan

turn up the heat to 360

to bake together football’s ingredients

of people running on TV for millions –

doing what we did for fun at the school recesses.

The taste, when done baking and cooled down

is metal, Pop Rocks and bloody veal.
The build up of gas in need of release

explodes into die-hard obsessions to keep on tasting

the tackling of

and not losing to

the opposition

called Sadness.

©️ July 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems

This poem was inspired by reading this here article. https://sunnewsdaily.com/stories/articles/2024/02/03/opinion-sports-obsessions-are-a-problem/