Kick Off? Kick Out!
Lined up, pliable as troops in trenches,
M.P.s are primed, like supporters who dream
Of their being asked to play for the first team,
To rise as a riot from their benches,
Braying and pointing at their opponents,
Howling in mock anger and screeching dire
Insults – although not liar, never liar:
Pantomime of partisan malcontents.
For all that brash hullabaloo, the aim
Is to leave the illusion unresolved
That spectators are actually involved,
Which suits the very few who own the game.
Such foul play surely deserves dismissal,
Time to seize the game, blow the final whistle.
D. A.
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