Swallow or Spit 

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1 

 

On a stadium field,

 

In the bowl that is king.

 

The losers hang their head.

 

The winners put on a ring.

 

As he called out the play

 

Something slid down his throat.

 

The loogie was then inhaled

 

And then he started to choke.

 

He tried to play on

 

But he seemed unfit

 

The QB called for time out

 

Because he didn’t spit.

 

What he did was to decrease,

 

The chance of getting a win.

 

Now surely he’d be released

 

By the angry GM.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Swallow or spit             .

 

Swallow or spit.

 

Sometimes a person,

 

Has to admit.

 

It all comes down to swallow or spit.

 

 

VERSE 2 

 

On a Sunday morning

 

At a place called St. Pete’s.

 

A hundred thousand people

 

Gazing up from the streets.

 

Then they saw a cleric do

 

Something not done before.

 

He paused to spit down onto

 

The holy balcony floor.

 

"Dear Lord, was this a sign?"

 

Asked the stunned crowd below.

 

"If yes, was it benign?"

 

No one seemed to know.

 

But the Pope wiped his mouth

 

Then said: “Please excuse.

 

I was just about to slobber

 

On my comfy red shoes.”

 

 

CHORUS

 

Swallow or spit             .

 

Swallow or spit.

 

Sometimes a person,

 

Has to admit.

 

It all comes down to swallow or spit.

 

 

The End.

 

 

Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2017.  All rights reserved.

 

 

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