Put away your books and chores.
Just ignore the great outdoors.
Leave your family and friends
Until the games have reached the end.
Don’t even try to relax
In places built with your tax.
They don’t care in the least.
Win, lose, or draw they still feast.
It’s time to leave the show.
If we left they’d never know.
12th seat, 7th row. I got places to go.
In creeps a shadow over his mind.
He’s been there too many times.
Miss a game and it’s a crime.
So believe just like Syme.
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