Ode to Fooz
Diminutive players of plastic,
Gliding and moving with grace...
Civility, manners, courtesy...
(Pummeled.) Gone without a trace.
And to the winner goes all the spoils
And to the loser: a broken face.
...Foozball is the final equalizer.
posted by highTechFool @ 3:10 PM
2 brilliant thoughts
2 Comments:
if you can read this, Ari is able to post comments to mickus's stupid page
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I can not stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out, to the black
Tell them I ain't coming back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me
There's no place, I can be
Since I found SERENITY
You can't take the sky from me
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