make it easy, say I never mattered

Of course my stream froze just as the ball went flying to Rosa’s head from Gervinho’s boot. At least it was in Spanish, so I got the ten-second long declaration of “GOOOOOOOOOOL”.


ETA: Of course WBA get a freekick right after. Thank the football gods for Lukasz Fabianski, because I guess making a wall that does its job is a bit difficult.


ETA II: ANO BA YAN DI PA SIYA PUMASOK. GUYSSSS. WHAAAAT.

On the bright side at least we're playing well. Well, as much as I can tell given my stream freezes every five seconds.


ETA III: ROSAAAAA. It’s great to have you back in the squad.


ETA IV: Well, hell.

I’d ask you what you were thinking, Per, but. Yeah.


ETA how the hell do you expect me to count them down properly:
Dear Arsenal,

Don’t. You. Dare. Don’t even think about it. This is why no one ever trusts your two-goal leads.

Also apparently we have the most red cards in the league for this season? There’s a punch line here, only I haven’t slept in two days so I don’t know what it is.


ETA the last: If no one has ever been reported to have died of Arsenal it’s only because of faulty data gathering.

Good one, kids. :D

6.

Another one from first year high school. Last lines, as Warsan Shire said, should punch you in the stomach, and Bienvenido Lumbera is fantastic at last lines.

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A Eulogy of Roaches

Blessed are the cockroaches.
In this country they are
the citizens who last.
They need no police
to promulgate their peace
because they tolerate
each other’s smell or greed.
Friends to dark and filth,
they do not choose their meat.
Although they neither sow
nor reap, a daily feast
is laid for them in rooms
and kitchens of their pick.

The roaches do not spin,
and neither do they weave.
But note the russet coat
the sluggards wear: clothed
at birth, roaches require
no roachy charity.

They settle where they wish
and have no rent to pay.
Eviction is a word
quite meaningless to them
who do not have to own
their dingy crack of wall.

Not knowing dearth or taxes,
they increase and multiply.
Survival is assured
even the jobless roach;
his opportunities
pile up where garbage grows.
Dying is brief and cheap
and thus cannot affright.
A whiff of toxic mist,
an agile heel, a stick
—the swift descent of pain
is also final death.
 
Their annals may be short,
but when the simple poor
have starved to simple death,
roaches still circulate
in cupboards of the rich,
the strong, the wise, the dead.


- Bienvenido Lumbera