the man

can I get a witness?!

hyperbole for all to see,

dangling participles

to set staunch minds free,

his legend

metamorphosed

into something cooler

than the other side

of the pillow.

like a guy smokin’

at a gas station,

his career blew up

and he politely

took us along for the ride.

he was hated on

and called a freak

because of that eye

yet few knew why

and still mocked him

on the sly.

corporate monsters

said the talk was lame,

they had no idea

he was the epitome

of this game

for four letter dominance

and reigning fame,

separating himself

from talking heads

that all sounded the same.

exuberance, eloquence

ain’t none of ‘em fresh like scott,

that boy was straight

outta the catchphrase shop.

a warrior,

who didn’t want to know

the terms of battle,

he fought with courage and dignity,

to the sounds of a timpani,

urging him onward

past pain and defeat.

the mork from ork

of the sports world

has taken a bow…

“boo-yah!”

first and ten…

ya don’t lose to cancer,

you win.

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