MGS + MEX (a poem?)

[Motzaburger 1,590]

Micheal Gary Scott. Aficionado? Yes. Hits people with his car? Who are you to judge? Here he sits, his holiness, upon his throne in Mexico City. A golden crown for a king indeed. For Scott was just once a boy with no intentions, now his heart beats for his did I mention? Micheal Scott is no longer a tot. Scott’s Tots, however, are still broke. Those poor folks. Not as poor as Mexico, where the one true King stands tall. For Micheal Scott isn’t a boy at all, he is a man. A man who leads his squad to victory. A man who knows no quit. A man who has no wit. For he is not John Wick. Here he stands among his cartel. Bloodied shirts and marked up faces from a team who may need to, once again, get braces. Who knows how long this team has left? It’s time to put the Kings to the test. Playoff bound. How will they manage? Micheal Scott knows: Somehow, I Manage. 

 

#MexicoIsGoingToWinItAllFolks

 

Word Count: 170