World Cup Martyr
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Alket Kocage, 23,
An Albanian supporter of Italy,
Tried to rig power
For a half and an hour ,
With a high voltage cable,
He thought he’d be able,
To climb the tall pole,
To see TV whole,
But he touched a live wire,
And felt Hermes’ fire,
And just like Icarus,
He fell dead to the Earth,
But Alket Kocage,
You are our true martyr,
The first patron saint,
Who without complaint,
Died in the cause
Of watching football,
Live on the telly,
With beer in the belly.
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