Whose pick this is I think I know
His team is in St. Louis though
He will not see me tuning in
To watch the league fill up with pros.
My new coach must think I'm crazy
To trade all that for RG3
Between success and total crap
Mired in mediocrity.
He gives his tiny whistle a blow
Acting like he runs the show
The only other sound's the sob
Of R**skins fans destroyed by woe.
The draft is loaded, stacked to my chin
But I have mistakes to spin
And years to go before I win
And years to go before I win.
(loosely based on "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening", by Robert Frost)