We as Americans grind our hero's' bones for tea.
We drink it down and say "it's such a pity".
We lighten up in mysterious ways.
We embrace our heroes and turn them into strays.

Oh sure we love our athletes.
We love our amorous heroes.
We love our wealthy streets.
We love more reducing heroes
to sacrificial zeros.

When we are bored by excellence
When we tire of our benevolence
We cut the exalted down to size
We even tingle with enjoyment if our victim cries.
Ohhh it feels so good you can't imagine.
From rags to riches to rage is our fashion.

For example today's newspaper page
shows Tiger Woods in a hood
sporting a beard with the grimace of a cynic.
He is roaming the grounds,
of a sexual addiction clinic.

sip GULP mmmm

AAhh what could be better than Tiger Woods tea.
You see...
Now we can gloat,
vicariously
We Are Now Better Than He.

Tiger Woods Tea – a little dark
a little light with a dash of exotic spice
It packs a punch as strong as Ale
Such a pity, how soon it grows stale
See, now it's not fit for men or mice.