This is a poor game and still, no goals scored.

This is a poor game and still, no goals scored.

Nobody wants it

Nobody cares for anything

To be confirmed

Rationally.

Is that all we are

Recite me a line

Say it is true

If I like it

I will believe it

We are all in thrall

To the biggest liars

Tell it like it is

Is as much a lie

As the soothsayer

With an eye

On the coppers

In your pocket

It is the way of the world

I know what you mean

When we plough the same furrow

Roll in the mud

Bleed and shit together.

Piss and blood

Has a way of bonding

The best of us

But I like what you say

If it is what I believe

Perception enhanced

In repetition,

Constancy

And recognition.

Belief and reputation

My word is my bond

Is the way of the world

Tip your glass

It runneth over

Full of good cheer

Among friends

With like minds

Right or wrong

Neither here nor there

It is a comfort to belong

Held close to one another

Mutuality

Commonality

Brothers in arms

True believers

Until the end

My friend

When if nothing else,

Come last orders

Whatever it means

The truth will out.