They walk through the shaded tunnel,
with an echoing snare of studs.
Media sponsors adorning their shirts,
the ball bounces with pendulous thuds.
Then into the sunlight with a silent roar!
A ticker-tape snowstorm of shame,
for the children watching, with their programs and scarf’s,
life can never be the same.
A dysfunctional society fills the stands,
and wait for the ref with a coin to spin,
doesn’t matter which end , or even which side kicks off?
There has never been a registered win.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
They walk through the shaded tunnel,
with an echoing snare of studs.
Media sponsors adorning their shirts,
the ball bounces with pendulous thuds.
Then into the sunlight with a silent roar!
A ticker-tape snowstorm of shame,
for the children watching, with their programs and scarf’s,
life can never be the same.
A dysfunctional society fills the stands,
and wait for the ref with a coin to spin,
doesn’t matter which end , or even which side kicks off?
There has never been a registered win.
Pointless conflict and fear