On Coaching Gods

Sure, it’s chaos, but what are you gonna do?

It’s the way things are ‘round here, always.

Each one of them wants to be the star,

get all the glory, rise up and drive

the sun across the sky each morning,

the whole waking world in wonder, waving.

Used to be able to get by with a goat,

some wool-on-a-stick, that was golden.

But now they’re back to virgins, and I’ve got a kid.

She’s only ten, but already they’re looking.

And Poseidon? You don’t even want to know.

Piss him off, you’ve got some real trouble.

Takes it into the locker room and blows

mighty storms. You only know half of it.

© 2009, Jim Gourley

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