Football

(20/10/10 1.30am, Penbont)
(for anyone who's dis-interested but still reading)

Sometimes it gets me down
Being stood up speaking here,
spilling th same old shite into
some new audiences ears.
am i doing this for myself?
or for yore reaction? i
sincerely
don't
know.
Does it come from a desire to inform
what you already understand and fear?
..like how we're part of th capitalist plan
every time we buy a beer.

and "i'm not trying to change th world,
i'm not looking for new englund",
or new whales
or new drugs
or similar prison to put my mind in.
But that's what i'm doing,
evry time that i'm center-forward-steered
and judged
by you or me
or by my old man, or some old dear..
oh dear
oh dear..
ahh wipe yoreselves off
and don't look too perplexed
we both lost this Time
a draw between us..
and them, half-listening from the side-lines?
and th rest?
outright victory,
12 - nil
to everyone who left.

go back to playing sensible soccer