Hello schadenfreude my old friend
Hello schadenfreude, my old friend,
ASADA's come to talk with me again,
Because infraction notices quietly issued,
Left its seeds in 2012 while I was naive,
And the needle that was planted in my vein
Still remains
Within the realms of delusion.
Into strange clinics I walked alone
Without being told what was being done,
'Neath the halo of a club legend,
I turned my back to the rules of the game
When my arms were stabbed by the point of a needles' pain
That split the vein
And touched the realms of delusion.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten of the club leaders, maybe more.
Little talking without wisdom,
Supporters cheering without reason,
People destroying records that Dank 'never' kept
And no one dared
Disturb the realms of delusion.
"Fools," said Doc Reid, "You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But his words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the spell, of St Jimmy
And EssADA* bowed and prayed
To the James Hird god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "Whatever it takes", was written on the changeroom walls
And so a once great club falls
And disappeared in the realms ...... of delusion.
With my most sincere apologies to Simon and Garfunkel.