You need glasses, Refco.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Capital and its political servants talk about a Third Way,
A neutral third force which softens the conflicts
Between Capital and what was once called the working class;
Spin-doctors like us to believe that Socialism has had its day,
That market forces mark the End of History,
While economists are paid a fortune to lie and cheat
And pretend that recession and depression,
Poverty, unemployment and starvation
Are merely blips, rather than endemic consequences
Of overproduction and underconsumption.
And what’s a referee, if it isn’t some sort of Third Way,
In a sport which has been embourgeoisified,
And turned from the Peoples’ Game into a corporate commodity?
And isn’t a referee a symbolic third way,
Harmonising conflict with neutral, impartial, judgement?
But in the drive for profit, the football business gives the game away,
For when referees are professionalised and commodified,
No longer a public service but privatised,
Wearing their sponsor’s logo, courtesy of Refco,
They can’t help but cheat us, it’s their function and purpose.
You need glasses, Refco.



Oh dear, sorry.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/you-need-glasses-refco/