Song of A Pulling Guard

I’m all meat. Use my meat.

Make meat of my man.

When have no man, pull right and stomp.

When can’t stomp, fall first and tuck in.

When struck, strike. Move off the ball

Two feet and strike. Can’t strike? Hold.

Can’t hold? Fall and trip.

When I don’t fall first, I crush first fallen.

Circle on a chart: circle pulls.

Bum rush, ground chuck, fly right on three.

Mask is ram. If mask comes off

Use my head as stone on stone.

If flesh cleaves, use bone.

If bone breaks, use tape.

When tape fails and rips in a jag,

Rake rough tape on my man.

To score, cross flesh bridge of me.

Pad, strap, foam: cock encased

in hard plastic. I block. Am block.

First to die, to last. Least paid.

All meat I am, my meat I am.

With meat I pound my man.