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Farcely Populated totally wrote this poem you've never heard of

/guy walks in in skinny jeans, maroon guyliner

/he has on a wool hat, but it's like 90 degrees out

/you can tell he's still like upset about something in his past.

/totally

/lights dim

/he begins to read off of the back of a crumpled Radiohead Tour flyer


"Fall (long pause)

We all drove to Ruston

We came for the Game

But what we would see there

Would bring us much shame

THE YEAR OF THE BULLDOG!

Some thought it would be

But 2008

Was awfully shat-ty

We came to their stadium

look it's terry bradshaw!

their fans welcomed us with boos

while they chewed on their straw

Wesley Carroll left

Boobie Dixon right

so....

is this what we're gonna do all night?

OH NOEZ JAMARS HURT?!?!

Oh crap La Tech scored

we can't cross the 50

our defense has been whored

we had more fans there

we were better, you'd assume

so why did we lose then?

CAUSE WE STILL HAD COACH CROOM"

/fin

/emo-ishly looks away like not even caring about everyone clapping

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