Ode to Embuggerance

[Rene Artois]

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Ode to Embuggerance

O stubborn hand upon the wheel,
That turns but not where fate would steer,
While faithful fans in iron and steel
Cry out what seems so plain and clear.

At Glanford’s ground the echoes rise,
A murmur swelling into plea—
Why mask the blade, why blunt the prize,
Why hide the spear that longs to be?

For there he stands, in waiting fire,
Declan poised with striker’s grace,
A forward forged in goalward ire,
Yet cast to drift in stranger’s space.

Not wide, nor deep, nor shadowed role
Can cage the instinct in his tread;
The scent of net, the striker’s soul,
Demands the path straight on ahead.

Yet Andy, architect of doubt,
Persists in plans askew, unclear;
He shuffles shapes and shifts about,
While answers linger, stark and near.

Oh embuggerance! cruel refrain,
That dogs the climb, that halts the surge—
When simple truths are dressed in vain,
And caution drowns the urgent urge.

For every chance that goes astray,
A ghost of what might yet have been
Drifts softly through the dying day
Across the grass, in iron sheen.

Promotion’s gate stands half-ajar,
Its hinges creak with hope and fear;
But folly’s hand, not fate nor star,
May seal its lock from year to year.

So heed, before the curtain falls,
Before the final whistle blows:
Unchain the one who hears the calls,
And let him lead where a striker goes.

Lest history write, in quiet scorn,
Of chances lost through needless art—
A season’s dream, undone, forsworn,
By doubt that outplayed its own heart.

[Iron-awe]

Very good Rene the men in white coats will be calling round soon to collect you 😂

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[cassidystash]

Collective grave turning by Wordsworth, Shelley, Byron, Betjeman et al.

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[Rene Artois]

Iron-awe wrote:

Very good Rene the men in white coats will be calling round soon to collect you

With the clocks going forward, one’s meds are administered ‘earlier’ today.

Sanity is just the majorities perception of reality.
Insanity is a label stamped on someone who is in the minority or when their actions are not understood.

It’s a sliding scale and you can pop up on any point of it dependant upon culture, chaos, confusion, stress, anxiety etc.

I quite fancy a few months peace & quiet in some splendid country retreat. Come and get me!

[Northumbiron]

It would seem that you have far too much time on your hands already!

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