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It’s Just Me. Letting Off Some Steam

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Our games rules and regulations
Are now governed by grey suits
We’ve even seat preferential stadiums
Topped off, with perspex sliding roofs.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Action replays on huge mega screens
Show missed moments of each game
Very soon we’ll have a bloke who dreams
Up jolly tracks to spin, at every break in play.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 No tackles from behind we’re told
Don’t interfere with play?
Yet still we’ve dodgy offside goals
Deciding close called games.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Don’t get me started on the players
Of whom enough’s been said
Whose wage demands outrageous
Are really doing in me head.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 What next, cheerleaders? (pretty dodgy)
Before hoardes of jeering half cut blokes
Perhaps sing our national anthem at the outset?
What? Some teams don’t have one English throat.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 There are radio conversations
Being heard throughout the land
About this cash from foriegn nations
Being welcomed by us fans.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A shopping mall’s on the drawing board
A theme park, or some psuedo Irish pub
Sometimes, don’t you just hanker for the days before
So much obscene money and it’s profiteers
Controlled once, sacred English football clubs?

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Notes

I’m just having a really bad week of it and am on a bit of a downer man!

If only I could have seen some quality World Cup ties live on the telly, I might have had a few jolly things to rant on about in me poems.

Happy stuff from now on then Kev?

Too true, right on man!

peace

kev.

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