There were two men
	sittin' in a boat
		in the middle of a fishin' tale
			they wanted to bring
				back
For 
	braggin' rights
		with the guys back at the greasy spoon
			on the corner of
				fantasy
Where they gather
	daily
		for consumption
			of bravado
Dredged
	from last night's
		sports bonanzas
			and other
				spandex
					fallacies
But they've gotta figure out
	a way to make another
		boring run at outdoor
			splendor
Seem like something
	worthy of a rerun
		showing nightly in the minds of
			other men who wish
That they had gone along
	but the sun has set
		and left them staring at those
			infomercials
They can't 
	peel away from who they are
		stuck in a lineup of dull
			zirconium
				baubles
Flashing in a 
	sunset 
		pan
			thrown out with the 
				other camping 
					trash
Now they have to go back
	and face the
		Muzak

(c) 1997 James Oliver Smith, Jr