There are many types of trash:
The kind you have to dump,
The kind you meet at 2:00 AM
And really want to hump,
The kind you hide from neighbors
Or that you just throw away.
There’s also, like Cam Newton,
The trash you have to pay.
Tag Archives: Panthers
And Then There Were Eleven Men Again
I’ve no fondness for New England.
Denver’s nice, I guess.
Cardinals aren’t my favorite birds.
Alas, I must confess
I’ve reached a decisive time:
I’ve stopped seeking out answers.
I’ve abandoned all reason and rhyme.
I just pray for the defeat of the Panthers.
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The Daily Travesty 