THE CHAMPIONS’ LEAGUE

I chose not to sleep the night,
I camped late with the strong,
The bulls arrived in a convoy,
‘Hot chics’ were spread for the illicit game,
The giants started to weigh the options,

The bets began; I drooled from a distance,
The show off strained,
The weak started early withdrawal,
And the strong extended the rule,

The rough game crept into the darkness of night,
Fairness escaped in the dark,
The best won the best deals of flesh,
And the timid to take home the bones,

It was a night of silver potential,
I moved closer with the tears of a hyena,
The champions won the skinny ‘trophies,’
From a distance I envied the lively world,

The penniless cursed in the struggle of futility,
They called it a game in name,
But it was a shame for fame event,
Nothing could stop the rain,
I stayed on to gain in vain,

The champions rocked the horns,
The bargains missed the mark,
The champions tore their prey without a prayer,
Money elevated kings of time,

And the sound tracks brought home the pleasure,
Dirty Men getting their pay their way,
And they said the wicked league is a weekend break,
 For the champions taste!