Sunday, September 8, 2013

The Poet of Oregon

They say that Virginia is for lovers
And yet they greet us as Cavaliers, swords drawn
            On the sides of their dull, monochromatic helmets.

There is no love.

We shall descend upon them
Carbon fiber helmet w/ sunburst wings, white jersey w/ silver wings,
Steel pants.

If they are the Army of Northern Virginia
We’re the 82nd Airborne.


The steel pants do not slow us down.

Oregon: 59 Virginia: 10

THAT PLANE RIDE WAS HORRIBLE I WAS IN THE EXIT ROW AND MY SEAT COULDNT LEAN BACK#RUNDAT








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