Futbol forever Inked across his chest Asleep with a smile Head upon ball, he rests No prison to call home No wardens to report No worries in the world Because life is too sport He wakes on the street He makes his way with his feet Juggling for applause Claps fuel his feet’s beat With claps come coin With coin comes food His energy prolonged By the smiles he chewed No pension, no prison No purgatory, no pride Only passion for Futbol Juggling freedom in stride Ball in the air T