The Chiropractor
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Early rays
form car-park shadows
for our pre-shift game.
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The chiropractor
floats balls onto roof tiles,
lets them descend
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for diagnosis.
You’re Sheringham, I’m Shilton
diving on windscreens.
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When you scissor-kick
into our chemical waste,
where are you aching?
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when you Rabona
into empty loading bays
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When you rainbow flick,
lose the ball on our flat roof…
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When you emigrate,
calmly escape our country,
what will you miss?
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