Black Poetry : Plenty of winners lost yesterday

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Being a season of lost bastards
Fatherless are the past winners shuttered
Shut down as the first to mistakingly go through first
Ignoring the lights shown to not enter this fist
All the sudden a ball men gets hit
Going through red lights as a protest of this ****
Lost to be in the back as usual
Pulling up not enough time to become casual
Then a line man gets hit & passes a gasp
All the sudden words come out as a getting aside a chap
Exploring our soon to be come back
Today being on a winning track.