They shout and scream

At the bowl games.

There is such a hoopla

For all the football stars.

Two teams come to fight

Of the ball they never lose sight.

They chase the tiny thing around,

And roll all over the cold ground.

They pinch each other on the butt,

And with the ball they do a strut.

The half time is filled to the limit

With every kind of entertaining gimmick.

The people line up on the benches

With ice and snow in the trenches.

They seem to be willing to pay

Anything for more of Super Bowl Sunday.

The churches close their doors

For the teams to add up their scores.

It seems it is more fun to sit in the cold

Than to worship God with their soul.

Deception has them all bound to a ball

That can do nothing but fall.

Money is the name of the game,