For the sake of a spherical
leather football & pride &
power & vanity,

for an ultimately absurd
game of running here
charging there,
& brute force,
touch this
& down that,

all morality ceased,
all those who knew
kept silent ...

all those who could have
helped before more
were hurt
chose not to,

for the sake of pride, power
& vanity,
& a shiny leather ball thrown
around to produce numbers
on a scoreboard.

May you all be cursed till the end
of days & may whatever God in
whichever Heaven or Hell rain
down swift, merciless & unrelenting
judgement.

******* you Penn State.

Dilly dally ****
Ranieri has now gone.
Sacked by the Leicester board:
Watch them wield that deadly sword.

He won the league last year,
Then made Leicester disappear.
Should have been given a chance
To win the Relegation Dance.

Vardy grabs an away goal at Seville
Then next news the manager is nil.
It was a very nasty shock,
So early in the turning of the clock.

Ungrateful and disloyal too,
Those owners haven’t got a clue.
Hard-nosed business it may be,
Whatever happened to that word “We”?

They should have built a statue in Claudio’s name:
He’ll still be blessed with endless fame.
I’ll leave you with this sorry thought:
Football’s no longer a proper sport.

Paul Butters

We had a fight this morning
But couldn't made up immediately
Then we were off to work

We met on the pitch as rivals
Still upset with each other
Shoving around
Swearing at each other
Like rivals usually do on the pitch

At some point we're so near to
Beat each other up
When he grabbed my **** to provoke me
That really got on my nerves
That I raised my fist at him
"Yeah, go ahead punch me in the face now! Or I'm gonna kiss you on the lips!"
I saw he stared right into my soul
My fist stopped in the air

He did kiss me
The whole stadium went mad
And I didn't know what matters anymore

Yes, you can guess.
We are footballers and rivals on the pitch
Lovers in bed in the dead of night