Political Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Kick me
and I’ll make you a millionaire.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Millions of kids –
From China to Ghana,
Council houses
In Glasgow and Gloucester –
Watch you
Kicking and heading me on screen
And want
Your shirt, boots, hair and instant fame.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Grown men will weep
When I’m shot wide of goal;
When opponents
Take me and dispatch me
So that
It’s their fans who laugh the longest,
The nectar of a victory
Which obviates
For a time, thinking of
Credit card debts,
Unemployment and want.
Kick me,
Metaphorically speaking,
From one
Side of The House to the other.
I am the cause
Of the discontent which
The other lot,
When they were “champions”,
Scoring own goals, giving others
This chance
To use spin (I’m mixing sporting
Metaphors), to
Tell you want they want you
To want to hear,
Now you’re the winners.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Poor balls,
Though you will sometimes sympathise
With us,
You will always be booted off-side:
Lying punctured,
Ignored by this year’s stars,
As they kick me
At invisible goals.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/political-football/