Dance into limelight with racquet in hand,
Believe other poeple don’t understand
Why borders and rules no longer apply
To gladiators who fly through the sky.
This self serving delusional rebel
Cloaks himself in Spartacus’s armour,
But he is no new people’s champion.
Tainted with individualism,
Courts down under will not call his balls in,
This is one tie breaker he cannot win,
Secluded now in self isolation,
His plane fueled up in anticipation,
Which ever way his case will twist, or turn,
Next time he plays true fans will make him learn.
Harry Rogers In The Yellow Room, 8th January 2022