In this divisive political era
We all have the power to choose
If we will sit idly and watch life happen
Or to fight back and help evil lose.
That’s why I ask you to kneel and pray
For the fateful occasion tomorrow
And ask whatever divine you believe in
To cause the Chiefs justice and sorrow.
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There once was a streaming station
Who aired a playoff game to the nation.
The broadcast was bad
And no one will be sad
If the ratings show as “Devastation.”
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There once were eight teams
With ambitions and dreams
Of competing for Super Bowl glory.
The boring teams won
And we didn’t have fun
And that’s today’s NFL story.
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The dream team took the field
Before the final playoff match,
And so the game was cancelled
Without a single catch.
Thus ended what had promised
To be a splendid day,
For if the field has been taken
Where is one supposed to play?
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The Daily Travesty 