Chelsea&Barça


Chelsea&Barça
Is when a stadium is torn between
The devil and the deep blue *sea
And referees are left solely and boldly
To decide on only what they see

Chelsea&Barça
Is when elegance and eclecticism sits in enmity
And battles it out till
In its entirety or finality


Chelsea&Barça
Is when the proverbs of curse begin
As teams fail to steam and win

Chelsea&Barça
Is a match with no particular price
Yet,everything is priced and staked
Every second counts,the minutes take
As the game changes,and break

Chelsea&Barça
Is when eyes cannot be kept
Of that which it behold
Not for a moment nor a second
Life is defined,is a clinging- hope

Chelsea&Barça
Is only when dark horses stumble
Giant pyramids
For glory sake,in just the name of the highest bids


Chelsea&Barça
Is when brothers dine on tables of passion
With swords and blades
As shades are thrown
And bloods are trade


Chelsea&Barça
Is when the pool of the eyes
Overflow its banks
And men gets laid in ice
For their low ranks


Chelsea&Barça
Is both life and death

Chelsea&Barça
Is certainly the story of the last breathe


#ThePrince
#GreatestPoetEver

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Take me back to Chelsea please
Where the flossed and glossed smile at me
And everyone’s kind to an open mind
That’s materialistic in design.
Where locals embrace me all open armed
Whenever I’m crinkling cash in my palms.
So eject me fast from this boorish ******
And take me back to Chelsea please.

Take me back to Chelsea please
Outside the city’s financial squeeze
Where mummy and daddy pay the cheques
For my escargots and Ready Brek.
I’ll wield through the system with the family name
And use all the power of my local fame.
Oh, to live life without la joie de fees
Come take me back to Chelsea please.

Take me back to Chelsea please
To put my social norms at ease.
I miss my measly excuse of friends
Who constantly ***** to make amends
For their failed entrepreneurial careers
Their dialect a hodgepodge of gobbles and sneers.
I long for their monotonous wheeze
So take me back to Chelsea please.

Chelsea, Chelsea you’re all I adore
From the A308 to the A304.
You’re the sole nirvana I can’t bear to depart,
Your femmes fatales know the paths to my heart.
But you will always have the its lock and key
So Chelsea: come and take me back please.