The Rout
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THE ROUT
The keeper leaning on his goalpost calls
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to his full backs: ‘Boys, let’s stay alert!’
They turn, yawn at him and kick the dirt
Still, the tall one cups his hand and yells:
‘Don’t lose yer focus!’ to the laterals,
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busy staring at the muddied shirt
of the central midfield, acting hurt
as his holding partner laughs and rolls
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his eyes over toward the winger on the right
while to the left, his pendant checks the clock
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The striker smiles: he’s knocked in four tonight
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