Penn State Cult (Joe Knew)

[RugbyBuck]

This is not in the form of a poem.

O' Baron, my Baron, here you go:

Alas, alack, what could have been,
although he knew of boys with men,

Chose silence did the knave

And like "Don't ask, don't tell"
is in the grave

 

[AKAK]

O' Baron, my Baron, here you go:

Alas, alack, what could have been,
although he knew of boys with men,

Chose silence did the knave

And like "Don't ask, don't tell"
is in the grave

 

[Fungo Squiggly]

I heard no screaming, there was no reaming.

 

[localyokel]

Yeah, what the [censored] it up with the poems? O Capatin my Captain, some other drivel... this thing.

Seem like a more of a limerick crowd to me anyway...

Too bad Sandusky isn't from Nantucket.

There once was a Coach from State College
Who conveniently ignored all knowledge
Of his Chum, and A Shower.
Now his flock whine and glower,
"He's a Saint" and such similar verbiage.
But we all know they're a bunch of inbred, brain-washed cultists with no grasp of the world beyond their little village.*

*Sorry, I couldn't get my last line to rhyme, either.

 

[Muck]

Pray tell, if someone else didn't recruit them, what was Joe going to do with them--drag 'em into the grave with him?

It wasn't uncommon for Scandinavian warriors to have their dogs killed and buried with them.

 

[localyokel]

But I thought Joe was Italian...

 

[Muck]

But I thought Joe was Italian...

The wops don't have any traditions of value.

 

[AKAK]

The wops don't have any traditions of value.

Vendetta!

 

[MililaniBuckeye]

Joe could have stopped it all
Because he had the power

But he chose to look the other way
When a boy was fucked in the shower

 

[AKAK]

Joe could have stopped it all
Because he had the power

But he chose to look the other way
When a boy was fucked in the shower

oooh... now we're cooking.

We should commission a professional poetic smear job.

 

[localyokel]

A prime example of "freestyle" poetry:

Here's another one:

A Poem for Joe Paterno

Legacy Out Weigh the Bad.

Benjamin Franklin, once stated that many good deeds will be over looked by one bad.

And, It?s ashamed that others judged you for doing the correct thing.

You reported it.

To those over you.

It was up to the others to carry the report through.

Now, in death.

The school that terminated you.

Now wants to honor and recognize you.

But, to save their reputation.

They had to sacrifice you.

Except, your supporters knows the things you accomplished.

And, even while gone.

They can?t take that away from you.

Coach Joe.

Just know God has a special place* set aside for you.

*

 

[RugbyBuck]

A GA with the oddly appropriate name of McQueary
after doing whatever was sweaty and weary

He entered the showers and for what seemed like hours
heard the slapping of Sandusky's pee-pee

He was outraged, but the rape did not stop
instead he ran away to call his Pop

His dad told him to talk to JoePa and come clean
So, to JoePa he went and told all he had seen...

And nothing else happened because Joe was a fcuking ratbastard.

 

[sandgk]

A prime example of "freestyle" poetry:




*

Oh, I don't know that almost has a candle in the wind quality to it (yeah, not really - OK, not at all)

Here's an alternative - the first draft of the first verse of Subterranean Ped State Blues ...

Jerry's in the shower stall
Fucking up some poor kid
I am the head coach
I'm above reproach
GA in the locker room
eyeballs, whole scene
Says he's got a bad tale
Wants to tell the DA
Look out kid
It's somethin' he did
God knows when
But he'll do it all again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
Man in the black-top shoes
With the big name
Wants 'leven top recruits
You only got badmen

 

[AKAK]

Now, that's catchy.

 

[Buckeyeskickbuttocks]

What those young boys needed was a true lead-ah
But, instead, you left with the speed of a cheetah.

Fuck yourself, you worthless piece of shit.
May the fires of hell be quickly lit