The Go Signal’s Yet to Be Found

On fantasy rock, you sit
And daydream the fights you’ll win,
The facts that will prove you right,

Your team right, your opinions.
You know that you’re full of shit.
You know teams are dangerous,

Whether or not you’re on them.
That’s why you come here to sit
Until your gears slow their spin

And you recall here’s your rock
For sitting out arguments
Where no one can hear you think,

Where you lose that will to win,
Where a lizard distracts you,
And the signal’s lost again.