Only A Game
¶ 1
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The ball is dead
It crossed the line
Went too far again
Oh, this team of mine
My Liverpool
Another aimless hoof
A wasted pass
From El Hadji-Diouf
A goof from Traore
Another season
Of anticipated glory
Passes by with a whimper
And I’ll sit here and simper
Whine and whinge
Become even more unhinged
Apoplectic
And spit this septic
Taste from my mouth
And breathe, slowly, deeply
Calm down
Douse these angry flames
Speak softly to myself
“It’s only a game,
It’s only a game…”
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Aaaaaaghghghghghgh!!!!
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