you running, biking man
you thrill my little heart
as I'm your biggest fan
you went and got some cancer
and got better oh so soon
then won the tour de france
blazin' through like a typhoon
who was always there for you
Soon you dumped that other girl
you must not pity any foo'
you're a sham in tight black pants
I once had so much faith in you but now?
Well, fuck you, Lance.
[NOTE: these kinds words were sent to me from a faithful reader, who received them from a friend who is [or used to be] in charge of the 10//2 website and who does all the marketing for Nike.]
we at the orphanage and today's sermonette wish him well in his future endeavours.