O this cheating heart of mine
If only a knife so sharp and so fine
Would stab it and rob me off of my prime
No heart shall beat ever more in time.
Why O you Reds perform so?
Mediocre football unlike what I used to know.
Sluggish defense: look how it brought you so low
Hurts seeing those scoreboards oft times show zero.
Kuyt's hit-and-miss, and alos the others
Gerrard's talismanic presence, will it withers?
Torres's prowess no more a-glitter?
Injuries, O cruel injuries! Away thee from mine lovers.
Should this heart transport away from Anfield?
To land softly on another grassy field
Where awesome young guns a steamy professor builds
See them play how this heart bleed.
Emirate Stadium may close to house this inconstant heart
But alas Liverpool's charm may still hold the card
To stay it in Anfield, and make parting hard
With other hopefuls to watch over beer, nuts and fart.
