The Last Iron Skillet

Yesterday I took a flight from Atlanta to Dallas getting ready to watch my SMU Mustangs take on our biggest rival TCU. I tried to put into an essay what exactly this Rivalry, and its end today mean to me, but I had a hard time putting all my thoughts to paper. After looking at thr disparate pieces that I was attempting to cobble together, I felt this next and instead wrote a poem.

​There's fourty miles to turn Jesus into Judas
From combining Red and Blue to make Purple
How could one turn their back on something they helped create?
The battle lines were drawn
The old was no longer acknowledged
It's existence became heresy
From peace to full blown war
The followers didnt ask for it
The leadership told them they were doing it for them
The neighbors decried the false teachings
They hoped for a day when all could be together again
But alas
This will be it
The last meeting before both sets of followers walk into the desert on their own
May they one day find each other again in an oasis
Free from those who set them on this path

Pony Up, and Fry them Frogs