POETRY IN (SLOW) MOTION
All the world's a pitch,
And all the men and boys merely players:
They have their testimonials and their debuts;
And one man in his time plays many positions...
SUPREMO FOLLY
by The Bard of Bethnal Green
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Sit beside me as I plan my suicide, please
And the pain will fade away.
Do it for the sake of club
To the sound of Old Lag-Signs
Messengers of doom
All sound alike
There is nothing left to play for
We have paralysed ourselves with delusion
The End
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