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In the game, I see no point.
It feeds no babies
Liberates no captives
Brings no healing to the afflicted.
But it captures many miles of newsprint
And bounces from shiny sputniks
Modern bread and circus
True opium of masses.
So spare a thought for the cheerleaders
Who bring gravitas to gravy
Build stone walls from sand
With a flash of skirt they sell a plastic jewel
And use their sex for empty passion
The flash of capped teeth
And the firm flush of youth
Exultant futility.
Perhaps I am too harsh.
Man cannot live in mind alone
We can also value the spectacle-
Titanic clash of scientifically enhanced muscle
So wave those pom-poms
Bring it on.
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Amusingly ironic that the blog page is sub-headed above the cheerleaders photo “A blog about small beautiful things”. They seem pretty big girls to me.
But is this not another type of community – see earlier blog -, a joint camaraderie?
Tee hee.
Sorry if the picture was a distraction to you Simon!
As for community- you tell me! Although I was not meaning to have a go at anyone else- just the thought that something essentially vacuous (sport) is served by people whose job is to hype it up (perhaps even sex it up) still further.
But as I hope the poem contains as well- there is always something impressive about exceptional performances…
Cheers
C
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Nice poem. My only quibble is that the girls themselves are actually very muscular and strong. I dated a pro cheerleader and she had stronger legs and abs than me and half my guy friends. Another fun benefit…It is their fat cells (breasts) that are often scientifically enhanced…
HI Jim
Hmmmm- not 100% sure we are on the same wavelength, but thanks for the comment…