Why does “March Madness . . . ” have 40 lines? It had 40 lines all by itself— it turned out that way. Minutes in a college basketball game, 40. Easter story? Tarot?
March Madness: Did you ever wonder
March. Wow, almost spring according to the sun.
The evidence is clear—
Dirt clods in the fields all look like dog turds by now.
It makes sense.
They’ve been through the gut of winter.
Some things never change:
Men are looking for scoring opportunities
Women have their hands on their big balls now,
It's the game they both play, basketball.
Easter is at hand,
Dated by some pagan equinox festival goddess.
It’s a three day affair:
Getting hung out after a miracle string
Depresses the hero into a near dead state
He doesn’t wake up from until Sunday morning
His teammates really lose it though.
They see visions.
Can’t understand each other for 40 days,
Then they go on some kind of cult symbolic trip.
Now that is an unbelievable story!
Take it from me:
I am a numbers man too, but it just doesn’t add up.
It’s some kind of far out Qabala revival,
Timothy Leary bad drug trippin’.
I mean the way I interpret the data,
March madness didn’t begin with TV and the NCAA.
It’s just a repeating sign that people can’t wait
To show the establishment what fools they are.
Some things never change.
The evidence is clear.
March, wow, almost spring according to the sun.
What the heck?
My dog never noticed I stepped in it.
Anyway, I’d rather have shit on my shoe,
Than a wafer body in my hand,
And wine on my shirt that looks like blood.
Women get-it-on first and the game for men
Is not decided until the Monday after
When quarterbacks are sure it’s
Madness. No matter who made up the plays.