Maybe the feelings will keep spooling out forever
and you’ll never got better.

Maybe your family back in the eighteen-eighties did eat human flesh.
The gods have cursed you with becoming news;

sure, be concerned, bad things are coming your way. 
I is the name of a football formation, as is T, so there’s no information,

No technology left that could tell us what happened in that play.
It’s just a bad feeling of disconnectedness,

is all it is, the genocides and deforestation.
Hey, nonsense to all that. Hey you need what I got. I’m

just a historian of the game, you know, all the horrible things
you thought and said, all the rotten things you contributed.  A super

important announcement from your stomach, from your memory:
connected with what:       HEY            HEY           HEY.