Perhaps its melodrama Is The Game - there’s
little left t’ wining accolades by skills refined t’
undermine ingrained one-eyed fidelity - altho,
mayhap, we’re too inured in rankest scenes o’
roles enacted in th’ trite and tawdry petulance
reinventing classic qualities as faux charades -
but that’s the way th’ gormless game today is
sham & hamiest o’ acting parody y’d ever see
A Soccer field’s supposedly The Stage where
football’s played a worthy hand - occasionally
forgetting I matters more’n we thus becoming
invest with belonging-to and promoting team-
work efficiency; but the kudos thing suggests
it betrays egos inflated by laudation & vanity;
Unfortunately - that’s where we’re FIFA-fed
© 2 July 2018, I. D. Carswell
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