An ode to Micky

[steward 433]

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You must feel frustration
Cause your mind feels such temptation
And your ways appear a total lack of faith

You may feel elation
At your body's re-creation
And that joy you need, restricted by one thought

Are you forever - loss of purpose in a passive life
Are you forever - pale, regarded as a waste of time

High times are courageous
But in truth they suit no purpose
Induced, reduced, unable and afraid......

Can you feel rejection
And a lack of motivation
And the joy you need restricted and delayed

I don't really know what sorry means.

 

[Trigger]

Or just leave.

 

[Adyb]

surprised his lasted this long .. get rid I say

 

[NMH]

At least the stewards can't be accused of watching the game any more.

I'll watch the crowd thanks.

 

[NMH]

Yet another double post (sort it bozza)

 

[steward 433]

At least the stewards can't be accused of watching the game any more.

I'll watch the crowd thanks.

More entertaining!!

 

[NMH]

More entertaining!!

5,000 shit wannabe managers, refs and linos can't be less than entertaining!

 

[strings]

An ode to Micky

Hey Micky you're so fine,
Your so fine, you blow my mind,
Hey Micky.

Spent all night writing that, I did.

 

[Kosh]

Sightless am I, cadaver born.
By critics pen my task is torn.
Remanents that once were principles...
Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
Now but rags in a paupers tomb...

Kosh