In honor of the football coming to a close with yesterday’s Super Bowl, I thought I’d post this poem I stumbled across by the British poet, Harold Pinter. Pinter just won the 2005 Nobel Prize for Literature.

American Football

It works.
We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.

It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

7 thoughts on “A poem for the Pittsburgh Steelers

  1. that is pathetic and disgusting! eww! its horrible i hate it! you are pathetic for doing that! and for making into into a “prayer” its horrible, disgusting, and a disgrace. ughh! pathetic, pathetic, pathetic!

  2. So I’m pretty sure that Pinter is being ironic by praising the lord mixed with vulgarities. I’m pretty sure he’s making fun of the mindset behind many football players/coaches/fans. Remember he’s British.

    Everyone needs to just relax a little bit.

  3. Think about those football players. They always point up at G-d or cross themselves whenever they make a good play, as if to thank G-d for their fortunes. But, then, they go out to hurt their opponents on the field, who (as seen in the news lately) are prone to violence off the field, and THEN SWEAR AND CURSE JUST LIKE THE POEM. It’s the same irony Mike is talking about.

    The fans are the same way.

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