The Unifying Hate of Football (Abecedarium)
By Catherine, age 24, England, United Kingdom
Another evening with at least twenty two men.
Berated it now, berated it then.
Cape town is the stadium.
Da tv the aquarium.
Everybody cheers or shouts.
Feigning interest I, in bouts.
Goals and draws with penalties.
Hoping a win will add some ease.
Intelligent chatter about a silly game.
Jokes about how it's all so lame.
Killing time with another bottle.
Legs and tactics become a visionary mottle.
Match statistics propelling stress.
Not being able to care less.
Oranges eaten at half time.
Players salary, high as crime.
Queen's relatives peering on.
Rattles and flags of support did shone.
Seven minutes of extra time.
The furthest point from the sublime.
Unless losing an hour and a half.
Versus another to raise thou scarf.
World Cup religion atheist.
Xempt from enthusiasm which in others exists.
Yearned for something interesting.
Zoned out by the time the teams are resting.