It’s the game of freedom at the Supper Bowl, between the Patriots and the Stealers. Yeah, I spelled it right. How’re your freedoms, or for that matter, how much is supper costing you these days? Well, more isn’t enough, they’ve got to feed the illegals and Ukraine’s war machine, and not the common fare we eat. Otherwise, freeloaders bitch and the government’s panties get in a wad. Great show during half-time; Taker Sweet.

Patriots and Stealers

First down, big freedom game, Patriots got the ball,

But government Stealers are giving it their all.

Patriots pushing against a bunch of squealers,

Taking names, kicking ass, on all dirty dealers.

Stealers quarterback senseless, sleeping on the bench,

Addled, incoherent, his actions make no sense.

Patriots, patient, knowing each dog gets its day,

Game-show talking heads nonplussed, don’t know what to say.

Stealer’s tactics crumbling, ball’s easier to see

Patriots fight to win, behind each bush and tree.

Stealers play a stand-in while making weak excuses,

Their playbook stands deciphered, many necks in nooses.

Ignore half-time distractions, siren song so cheap,

Keep head on a swivel, losers are caught asleep.

Stealers stiff-arm opposition, Patriots come up swinging,

We don’t play for money, love of country is what we’re bringing.