Football Poets

World Without Football

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 can you imagine a world without football
I dare you to give it a try
would your day hold enough could you slot into stuff
would you struggle and wilt or get by?

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 we get tasters in summer but somehow our winters
don’t freeze like they did back before
we’re assaulted bombarded but never red-carded
and we play on in peace or in war
and we live by those dates that are looming
and we find ourselves somewhere sometimes
on a beach by the sea or with people for tea
with some game going on in our mind

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 we are helpless devotees of something
that a wise man could never explain
how our neutralness hides in the love of our sides
and this hopeless obsession we claim
we get smitten and bitten like nettles
we get hooked like some fish on a line
but it’s just metaphors and we’re fired for the cause
that will haunt us and last for all time

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 and nobody knows how it happens
and nobody knows how it starts
how a woman or man or a child without plan
seem to follow like sheep with their hearts
and some of us talk of the first time
how it clicked and the second we knew
how it hovered around like a taste or a sound
that does something to me and to you

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 it’s pathetic and weird but euphoric
it’s a curse we can never avoid
it’s a nightmare a blessing that keeps us all guessing
til all of our dreams are destroyed
but there’s always the next time we mutter
so bring on the next one we say
it’s over it’s done and the other guys won
I guess sometimes it turns out that way

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 and I think of the rubbish I’ve uttered
about front men who never can score
about big time pretenders disguised as defenders
there’s a lot we can hate and abhor
like the money that’s thrown at this monster
as wages spin out of control
while the kid on the street breaks the bank to compete
for some team that are deep in his soul
where the colours mean more than imagined
though the strips change so fast through the years
there is always that hue that connects them to you
that will summon up passion or fear

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 and you know there’ll be blips on the journey
it won’t teach us the reason we’re here
and maybe I’m lazy but it I’d miss it like crazy
if one day it just wasn’t here

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 so can you imagine a world without football
I dare you to give it a try
would your life hold enough could you forget that stuff
would you struggle or lay down and die?

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