the state of things


I Have Found My Voice

by Elvis Shackleton - 10:01 on 22 June 2010

Petulant and arrogant, querulous and corpulent

Contemptuous and over-paid, locked in football's glass arcade

If only the Beautiful Game

Could be played without the players

The carping whining collective

Who stride the field

Like imperious pop stars

Kings in the meagre kingdom

Of their own video

But vengeance is coming

And when you fall to the ground

And writhe in pain,

I shall give you something

To cry about

You shine

With the decadence

Of the Roman Empire

In decline

And I shall seek you out

Track you down

And when I find you

I will look you in the eye

And I will say nothing

And you will fear me

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