Legend
Telling tall tales of tearaway teams,
Top-boy antics and criminal schemes,
Painted over with poetic gloss,
Glamorising the villain he was,
Embellishing exaggerations,
Living up to great expectations,
Exchanging banter with hooded youths,
The legend signed his book of half-truths.
And from the book, a feature was shot,
Scripted and loosely based on the plot;
His role, by an Oscar winner played,
Ensured our boy was very well paid,
And with the royalties, he bought a yacht,
Much like the one Sir Philip Green’s got;
He and Sir Philip are friends it’s said;
As thick as thieves, out there on the Med.
If karma’s somewhere, having a look,
At things not said in the legend’s book:
Things that can ruin lives and cause hell,
Maybe he’ll end like Robert Maxwell,
But for now, karma’s yet to be seen,
Pensioners are being wiped out clean,
The sea’s two shades of turquoise and blue,
And an old villain’s writing book two.
