30:30 2013 - 17

This Be Sheed's Verse

They foul you out, the referees.
They may not mean to, but they're blind.
The call you for the ones they see
And those concocted in their mind.

But they were fouled up in their turn
By rules that hemmed them in as villains
And alternating notes from Stern
To stifle or to coddle brilliance.

Man hands out technicals to man,
Then hands out more when you protest.
Get in the flagrant hacks you can
And don't say sorry for the rest.