Independence Day
¶ 1
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Finally I’ll have to accept
that Mr Independent
would rather be in a tent
than with me.
¶ 2
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And I am impotent
to prevent his absence;
look, the seat alongside
me is free.
¶ 3
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Some would say it’s common sense,
this desire for independence,
but he’s been coming to games
since he was three.
¶ 4
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No more sitting on the fence
or half time visits to the gents;
no more spending fifty pence
(or should that be 50p?)
¶ 5
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In the face of all that pent
up emotion I’m a spent
force.
And I can vent my spleen,
but he’s no longer keen.
Instead he’s a has been,
an independent teen
if you see what I mean.
¶ 6
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So I’ll have to accept
that Mr Independent
would much rather watch Kent
on TV.
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