I love sitting here,

Wasting my time, counting each second as it slowly ticks by.

Bored almost to tears, and ignored by my coach,

Except for the occasional, harsh toned reproach.

Sitting here roasting in my rank hockey gear.

But don't get me wrong Coach, I love sitting here.

I love sitting here,

Collecting dust like antiques,

I swear I've been sitting for days, maybe weeks!

Frozen solid in silence, my desire to play

Growing hotter within me, becoming greater each day.

But don't sweat it Coach, I like it this way.

I love sitting here,

Countless weeks slowly passing,

My talent unnoticed, while the boys take a bashing.

Sitting here silently like a ragged doll on a shelf,

Thinking crass and crude thoughts about the coach to myself.

Watching my teammates have fun and excel...

But don't get me wrong Coach, sittin’ here's swell.

I love sitting here,

Shunned and rejected,

Looked down upon ‘cause my skills aren't perfected.

No reward for my work, no action I see,

Just watching from here, wishing that guy out there was me.

As I sit here in boredom with nothing to do,

I think to my self, “Darn it, Coach, curse you!”

You're welcome to join me here on the team's bench,

Where the desire to play, hardly ever gets quenched.

Where my emotions are heated, my dreams seemingly defeated,