What suffering do
you plan to inflict today,
Arsenal? Enough.

Other clubs are worse,
but only you so deftly
raise hopes, then crush them.

Wounded may return,
but only to lose their way
as Özil lost his.

Adrift in a fog
of mind, you draw us also
there. We too are lost.

Enough! Coffee and
birdsong call me. Let morning
be; no BFG.