the state of things

 

How Many Men

by Elvis Shackleton - 09:50 on 02 July 2010

At last a return to football

After two days

In majestic impotence


Once more the giants will

Walk the fields of glory

Spraying passes of gold

Like streams of urine

In the water closet of

World Cup dreams


But how many grown men

Will grab their leg

And cry like children


How many men will clutch their face

And lie and cheat


How many men will scream and howl

Taking a quick glance at the referee

To ensure he's given a foul


How much of the game

Will be lost

How much majesty will be drowned

Beneath the vomit

Of spewing petulance


In the end the only genuine tears

Will be ours

As the game dies

By the hand of

Big Business


Add your comment

Your Name


Your Email (only if you are happy to have it on the site)


Your Comment - no HTML or weblinks


Enter this number in the box below and click Send - why?Unfortunately we have to do this to prevent the system being swamped by automated spam

 
Please note that whenever you submit something which may be publicly shown on a website you should take care not to make any statements which could be considered defamatory to any person or organisation.
site map | cookie policy | privacy policy