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World Cup
on its arrival in Qatar
Never liked sport much.
The hue and cry reminds me of
when gran would ask
to play board games with me
as well as my sibling,
and on being refused would say
‘you don’t like effort, do you, eh?’
But really I’m not sure that effort justifies
communal games of skill and chance.
Don’t get me wrong,
I take no moral stance.
My own pursuits are just as vacuous,
I’m sure. But even if I liked effort
I can’t imagine caring for
the spectacle of old FA lizards
giving sops to queers and migrant dead,
while lounging in the stadiums
grouted with laboured blood.
Never liked sport much.
The hue and cry reminds me of
when gran would ask
to play board games with me
as well as my sibling,
and on being refused would say
‘you don’t like effort, do you, eh?’
But really I’m not sure that effort justifies
communal games of skill and chance.
Don’t get me wrong,
I take no moral stance.
My own pursuits are just as vacuous,
I’m sure. But even if I liked effort
I can’t imagine caring for
the spectacle of old FA lizards
giving sops to queers and migrant dead,
while lounging in the stadiums
grouted with laboured blood.
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