an ode to lance

Oh, sweet Lance

you running, biking man

you thrill my little heart

as I'm your biggest fan

you went and got some cancer

and got better oh so soon

then won the tour de france

blazin' through like a typhoon

you then divorced your wife

who was always there for you

Soon you dumped that other girl

you must not pity any foo'

you sold your soul to nike

you're a sham in tight black pants

I once had so much faith in you but now?

Well, fuck you, Lance.

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[NOTE: these kinds words were sent to me from a faithful reader, who received them from a friend who is [or used to be] in charge of the 10//2 website and who does all the marketing for Nike.]

we at the orphanage and today's sermonette wish him well in his future endeavours.