The keep will keep in his sleep, he knows the attachments necessary.
and the ref will ref until he's deaf to hold his crowd as sanctuary.
and in his pant legs are hidden the blueprints to the home team's victories.
but they don't know for the coaches' selfishness and hooliganism.
he is packaging the final sale for the occasion. the new report for channel fail and their invasion.
and beneath the floors of the old field house he lies in his stinking bed with a speaker phone speaking sultry voices to no one in particular. but still in his pant legs are hidden the blueprints to the strip malls and blood banks.
but no one knows for their voices drown out the thoughts that he speaks so loudly.