Football Season

You men are all the same; play your little games
Feed me little lies, while feeling up my thighs
Prying me apart
Coaxing out my heart
Tossing it around; drop it on the ground
Drop me on my ass
An unreceived pass
Why do I do this?
I’m covered in bruises
Why do I bother?
There will just be another
Too long a dropped pass
I’m just such an ass.