Daily post, Poem

A game of skill and panache

Lots of diving and obscene cash

Have a little dribble and cross it in

Then fall down holding your shin


Players of past look on in horror

As the loyal player become the dollar

The one-two, back heel, cross and close control

Became, lock up shop and protect our goal


The once day out for a family of four

Became, up the prices and fuck the poor

At the highest level only the rich do play

The rest of us have Match of the Day


Once and a while a great still appears

Like Lionel Messi in recent years

Oh shit! that’s not what you meant

You meant messy, as in unkempt







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