Life of Ball

OOOOOOOooooOOOOOoooo!!!

The big man blows his whistle, the sound kills my ears. I hate it. Bang!
A kick to the chest, I go bouncing around the mud, like a dart frog,
Bang, bang: another two kicks to the back and throat.

It’s a throw-in, Whooooosh!

I’m flying through the air, a bird darting across the sky.
But it ends quickly, and soon I’m back in the minefield. There is one who kicks
softer and shorter than the others. He twists past one giant, and two more,
now it’s just him and the one with coloured hands. He taps me into the big net.

Silence

Then a big burst of screaming and yelling.
The creatures in red and blue hang their heads down in shame.
A big '1' comes up on one side of the sign, a '0' on the other.

Wait, is this just a game?

OOoooOOOoooOOOOoooo!!! OOOOOOooooooOOOOO!!!

Finally it’s half-time. It feels good to have a break.
So this is just a game. I would never have believed it.
I guess now they’ve changed me out for a new ball.

It’s weird hearing myself say
"I’m a ball.”