Nobody’s Watching (But Me)

I went outside without my shoes
It didn’t make the evening news
I dribbled grape juice on my pants
No talk show blowhards went on rants
I dropped my keys and bumped my head
The net’s still not Condition Red
I’m not surprised. I know my role:
I watch, not play, the Super Bowl.

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