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Poetry By: Shane P
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A first person account of being a football hooligan


Submitted:Mar 4, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Feel the tension rise,

The week is passing by,

The excitement in my glory;

Of handing out black eyes,

*

It'll soon be saturday,

It's where the danger looms,

Meets with hardened firms,

And psychotic goons,

*

Abandoned railway tracks;

Thats where we like to meet,

Away from public eyes,

Away from public streets,

*

We take the private coach,

And start heading east,

We're ready for the battle,

Adrenaline is increased,

*

Two bitter rival firms,

Will soon go head to head,

A war that guarentees....

That blood will soon be shed,

*

It's all kicking off,

Punches are being thrown,

Glass bottles are being launched,

Along with bricks and stones,

*

The police soon arrive,

With their CS gas,

Sheilding their own eyes,

And dodging flying glass,

*

This time we get locked up;

In dirty smelly cells,

Admiring our bumps and bruises,

As limbs begin to swell,

*

I can't wait till next weekend,

So we can do it all again,

I love being a hooligan,

And dishing out the pain.





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