Survivor: Micronesia’s Monday Morning Quarterback – One Vote, Two Votes… Uh-Oh!

One vote.
Two votes.
Jason has no hope.

Ozzy vote?
Of course there's one.
Jason had to write someone.

Three votes.
Four votes.
Noose is tight 'round Jason's throat.

How did he get to this here place?
Why is the sadness on his face?
A deal he made… a dumberous move
Which his demise right now will prove.

Jason's week was riding high
Reward he won. And to the sky
He flew, in a plane to the land of Yap
Where food was thrown into his lap.

Where bosoms flashed and beer was drunk
And Erik puked until he stunk
And the feast of such beasts of incredible flavors
Yet Ozzy did not do himself any favors.

He pissed off the rest of the tribe on returning
By describing the tastes that the others were yearning
But still, he was Ozzy, and had all the numbers
And Jason would do something soon quite terrificly dumber

Immunity up for grabs. Hands raised high.
For hours and hours the arms touched the sky
While some bailed early to get them some sweets
Amanda's small bladder caused her sad defeat.

With the challenge appearing 'twould last for a week
Jeff Probst brought out pizza and started to speak
If Jason or Parvati, the two left competing
Would give up right now, the whole tribe would be eating.

And Parvati suggested that Jason needs friends
So he should give up and the challenge would end
But rather than tell Parvati where she could shove it
Jason announced if the food they did covet
Were to live in their bellies, and not taken away
They needed to swear that this week he would stay.

And Dabu all got greedy wry grins on their faces
They mustered up all their remaining good graces
And used the most sweet sounding trustworthy voice
"Of course, you're safe Jason – what a wonderful choice!"

Some enjoyed being liars, some had fingers crossed
But when Jason let go of the rope, he had lost
Not only the idol, but also the game
Trusting Survivors? My goodness! How lame.

And once back at camp, the taunting, the gloating.
Ozzy and friends let the world know the voting
Would stay as they'd planned and Jason's still next
But off in the distance, Cirie was quite vexed.

Not picked for reward, and sent to exile.
Where it rained day and night. Cirie did not smile.
"That Ozzy will beat us all," Cirie warned.
And hell hath no fury like a Cirie scorned.

She spoke with her ladies, and a plan she did carve.
"Blindsiding Ozzy? All we need is Parv."
And somehow their faces remained super poker
And nobody suspected, least of all, Oz the joker
For when Jeff asked if anyone had an idol to play
A half-stifled chuckle was all he would say.

Two votes.
Now there's three.
How on earth could this be?

Four votes.
Now we're tied.
Eliza's mouth is open wide.

The final vote.
The fatal blow.
Ozzy, yes Ozzy's next to go.
And Jason may still be a schmo,
But while Ozzy's torch has just been snuffed,
The loopy moron still has his buff.

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When not keeping his fingers crossed that the Theodor Geisel estate has a sense of humor, AJ Mass writes about fantasy sports for ESPN.com. You may reach him at ajmass@verizon.net.

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