SECONDS (for Manchester City Football Club)
So, in hindsight,
it was all spectacle,
all show
Matrix football, the machine
having flipped
the switch of power
cheat code running, who
can live with you
and you
were flying high, state
of euphoria, football utopia
but then
sadly
got found out
got shot down
plummeting to Earth
bad
blue moon
riddled like Swiss (UEFA)
cheese
and so we have
to adjust, history
insisting we edit
give each
one an asterisk
stick inside
inverted commas (task
of Herculean proportions
now to clean
soon mountains
of damage
to repair, oceans of discredit)
but
all with fade, get forgotten,
our saving grace to
let
it tarnish
some will take long years to
forget, forgive
some of that false gold gone
in thirty seconds.
