I Pity The Rich Substitute
¶ 1
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I pity the rich substitute
the bench their season’s home
they remonstrate but relegate
their painful thoughts alone
the bank may smile and stay content
their partners understand
suchs fleeting talent sidelined
this flame all left un-fanned
¶ 2
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how do they fight frustration
these Owens Coles and all
to train all week but come the day
they rarely touch the ball
that moment when the boss gets up
the clock on seventy
the warming up so oft in vain
that stressful choice of three
¶ 3
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Diegó Forlan got it right
a star again in Spain
Scott Parker was a fan all year
through sun and wind and rain
and what will they look back upon
the day their legs are weak
no countlass caps or trophies
the future’s rich but bleak
¶ 4
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what memories to savour
upon this ship of fools
the prime of life in shackles
in growing squads and pools
I pity the rich substitute
in pocket for a while
you rub your eyes it’s over
your youth your skill your style
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