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Ode to the World Cup

The World Cup

Association football was
Invented by some men
Determined to make sure that I
Will find no peace again

I suffer through each pass and shot
Exhausted, and used up;
Instead of what it’s called, it should
Be called the Worried Cup

But I’ll be back until the end
And each quadrennial year
Association football
Is my opiate, I fear

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