Happy Holidays NFL Commissioner
Title: "To the NFL Commish!"
You're a mean one, Mr. Goodell.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a Raider’s Fan,
You're as charming as an Raven.
You're a sad Comissioner
With a sleazy bad smell.
You're a monster, Mr. Goodell.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of dollars,
You have no soul.
The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:
“Stink, skank, stunk!”
You're a rooter for opposing Steeler teams,
You're suspend our best defensive player.
Leaving #92 sitting at home
to give the other team a great advantage
Your have your zebras call penalties
While allowing other teams to cheat,
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
Mangled up in tangled up socks.
You nauseate me, Mr. Goodell.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're as crooked as a politician
And you drive to screw over the Black and Gold Nation.
You're a three decker rotten, sitting in the sun for a week
sauerkraut and fungus sandwich
With poison stink shoe sauce!
Happy Holidays Black and Gold Nation!