Escapism For The Working Classes
Escapism For The Working Classes
Written by Oliver Smith
I am the best in thegame, so the papers
say. A one man giant
in a one man team, my body
is a muscle bound machine
ripping up the pitch
in front of me, aided
by my boots
that sponsors pay me millions
to wear. I am an entertainer
for rich and poor, a diamond geezer
who can make a score, a God
that gets worshipped
the world over.
I've got it all I have,
the busty blonde wag
who loves a good.......
handbag, the mansion
and pool in the country
with better wages than
the prime minister.
It weren't always like this
living on my estate.
I was a wrong un teachers
said but I don't care. Education?
Give me a break, I'm as
thick as two short planks but
look who's on top. University?
All them students with
brains writing their poetry?
Will they ever see children
walking the streets
with their names on the back of shirts?
I think not. Now excuse
me while I bask
in personal glory. This
interview is over and that was
my story.