Do not go gently under Playoff lights.

Playoff fever should burn and rave 'til the end of the night.

Rage, rage and prove the Bengals might!

The pundits will doubt us, their words are mere spite,

Their arms and legs won't touch a ball and we

Do not go gently under Playoff lights.

Texans' chance shall be waved good bye, crying that night

Their frail deeds recorded historically as we

Rage, rage, and prove the Bengals might!

Wild men catch and snag the QB in flight,

Who saw, much too late, the blitz on the way,

Do not go gently, under Playoff lights.

Brave men in the gap will see blinding light,

Backers eyes will blaze like meteors, and we'll say,

Rage, rage and prove the Bengals might!

Then me and my family there on the couch,

Will curse, bless, cry real tears and pray,

Do not go gently under Playoff lights,

Rage, rage and prove the Bengals might!

WHO DEY! WHO DEY! WHO DEY THINK GONNA BEAT THEM BENGALS? NOBODY!!!

The preceding was plagiarized from Dylan Thomas.