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Beckhamania

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A new suit each day, a new car each week.
A new home each month, a new friend each
Fortnight – no longer the big fish, just one of
Many millionaires in a star-filled cityscape.
More money to burn than a third world GDP;
And such responsibility, to convert the Yanks
To a sport played with feet. Well, Tom Cruise
Is a start; the A-listers will follow,whilst you
And Vicky find peace amongst the palm trees.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 No going back to London, the Home Counties,
Manchester, or even Madrid. A new life, in the
Sun-kissed smog covering endless freeways.
Times moves on, new heroes are found – you’re
Old news in Europe, but at home in the land of
The phoney, where image is everything and
Substance is nothing. So, it’s Hollywood, the
Strip, parties and shopping – and maybe an
Occasional soccer game; Dontcha just luv LA.

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Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/beckhamania/