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team talk

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 knees blooded & black with clarts: moist
troops in the reek of liniment & smoke:

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 the gaffa is steaming, hoofing the kit-bag,
eyes shooting daggers at les, the keeper.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 four whole minutes of dry-mouth silence,
then tommy explodes: absolute shite!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 every last one of you is playing like a turd!
& you les! you’re playing worse than shite!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 & us, just slouched, like thirsty leaves,
like heavy corn glimpsing the scythe.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/team-talk-2/