Can I have my ball back, mister?


 Can I have my ball back, mister?
I want to stand, not sit,
Nor advertise some oligarch on a redesigned replica kit.
 Can I have my ball back, mister
And rise above the tripe
Of multi-national money men
And dodgy agents’ hype?​
 Can I have my ball back, mister,
And suffer no more WAGs,
Nor read of sordid episodes
Of striker’s tawdry shags?
 Can I have my ball back, mister?
And I’ll rebrand the sport,
To substitute the sheikhs and fakes
Who count but don’t support.
 Can I have my ball back, mister?
I’ll launder their odure,
To launch it in the hellish pit
Of Lucifer’s manure.
 Can I have my ball back, mister?
What arrogance, what shame,
What cynic stole such innocence?
 I want another game. Dermot Carney

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