Banged glasses on a mess table
As if my life depended on it
Clapped in unison
Till decibel levels lost all meaning
Screamed shrieked and swore
And I speak now in but a croak
Wept unashamedly
Till a hundred bear hugs wiped the tears away
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Danced in the streets
Till my knees wore numb, feet blistered
Blew a Vuvuzela
Not just discordant notes, but played the national anthem and did a bloody good job of it
Sat on top of a car
And felt on top of the world
Copped one in my behind
From a real lathi-wielding cop, no less
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Kept the adrenalin pumping
From dusk till the wee hours of dawn
Bled, sweated, in BLUE
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