It matters not which game you chose to grant
your fealty to, you’ll need to tame a barefaced
shrew who’ll turn your courteous benevolence
into malicious profanity; termed referees, they
are unable t’ see ‘gracefulness’ in any passes
delivered with elegance and dexterity, just the
placement o’ feet in a contrived linear relation
only their breed o’ beast is competent to see
The ‘Honour of Contest’ fails their litmus test
on the behavioural subject of gamesmanship,
and these characters subjugate the humanity
of their species t’ a ritualistic code apparently
know only by privileged few, who wisely stay
very quiet about it anyway - for later review
Meanwhile we’re cheering th’ contestants by
wearing bemused expressions that mirror all
of their reflective, but suppressed, gestures -
while th’ refs penalise ‘em ‘at cost’ for being
‘cuckold in dissent’ about who’s doing what
to whom - and obviously faking their riposte
© 24 June 2018, I. D. Carswell
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