talkativesprout
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Ode to Dick Masters
You stood as tall as a mountain
You never really thought about the drop
You trod over City to get there
Just so You could keep Rags on top
Clumsy and blind You stumbled
As You rewrote APT for our lands
You didn't stop to think about the consequences
As it came to pieces in Your hands
You thought You was a maritime marvel
You believed that You ruled the FA
All You could say is time is motion
And every Red Team You would save
You are a shit stained statue
School children stand in awe
you Truly believed Iyou was a ceiling of sky
Never thought about having flaws
You felt as reverent as Jesus
Your sanctimony stunk
You thought you were admiral of the missing fleet
You couldn't see City had you sunk
You roared Your pride in the darkness
You scratched away at the stars
You thought You was lord of Football
you should have been put behind bars
But now You sit with your head in your hands
And wail to the weeping wall
The avalanche of your emotions
Holds the audience of one enthralled
You are learning the lesson the hard way
Like a fall from command
You thought you was king of the whole wide world
But it just came to pieces in your hand
A tiny bit of rewriting of a classic for Mr Masters
You stood as tall as a mountain
You never really thought about the drop
You trod over City to get there
Just so You could keep Rags on top
Clumsy and blind You stumbled
As You rewrote APT for our lands
You didn't stop to think about the consequences
As it came to pieces in Your hands
You thought You was a maritime marvel
You believed that You ruled the FA
All You could say is time is motion
And every Red Team You would save
You are a shit stained statue
School children stand in awe
you Truly believed Iyou was a ceiling of sky
Never thought about having flaws
You felt as reverent as Jesus
Your sanctimony stunk
You thought you were admiral of the missing fleet
You couldn't see City had you sunk
You roared Your pride in the darkness
You scratched away at the stars
You thought You was lord of Football
you should have been put behind bars
But now You sit with your head in your hands
And wail to the weeping wall
The avalanche of your emotions
Holds the audience of one enthralled
You are learning the lesson the hard way
Like a fall from command
You thought you was king of the whole wide world
But it just came to pieces in your hand
A tiny bit of rewriting of a classic for Mr Masters