GOLDEN BALLS.

GOLDEN BALLS.

sneak

A David Beckham summer.
Lager kisses foul the air.
Together in our madness.
From total joy to deep despair.
The saint of my hang-over.
Red-cross lover, rescue me.
A union of sinners.
Losing in catastrophe.
So stylish in rejection.
We wear ourselves with bullet pride.
Winning is for losers.
Behind our screens we sit and hide.
Cowering from nothing.
Open field and foaming crowd.
The silence of rejection.
A sonic boom so deafly loud.
Just once in sullen lifetime -
let me celebrate myself.
A common misconception.
Derelict of moral wealth.
Just one golden moment.
Forget the golden jubilee.
A David Beckham summer.
Planted in my memory.
Three lions live forever.
Roaring passion seldom heard.
Dreams of domination.
Motivation is the word.
Just like the life we're living.
Hope is all we have to lose.
Apathy in numbers.
A union of battered fools.
Belonging to a movement.
Belonging to a state of mind.
Weeping lager tears -
for trophies we have yet to find.

Sneak.