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Working Class (Football) Poet

P Maguire

Monday, August 9th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You sit in the lessons yawn and grow bored
With the clock slowly turning behind the chalkboard
And you skip past the verses that tell you loudly
A workin’ class poet’s not something to be

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So you ask if the words that you wrote can be read
But the teacher ignores you and then says instead
That the national curriculum will always decree
A workin’ class poet’s not something to be

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So you turn from the days where your mind starts to prey
And listen instead to the dreams come your way
As you follow Dalglish and Sands and leave those who believe
A workin’ class poet’s not something to be

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 You go the games and you stand on The Kop
You cheer for the reds and you sing all the songs
And you promise yourself as you walk back down the street
A workin’ class poet’s what you will be

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A lad from the Garngad he walks with his Da
In his heart rebel songs in his eyes there’s the stars
And he follows the Bhoys of the emerald green
A workin’ class poet like James Connolly

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 For the school is a prison from which you escape
And try to make right with each new mistake
Until you find with your words the way to be free
A workin’ class poet is something to be

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A workin’ class football poet is the best poet to be.

Notes

The truth (like freedom and justice) needs a guiding light, a courageous soul and a willin’ heart…

ParryMaguire (JFT96 YNWA)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/working-class-football-poet/