You know the type - the word's just perfect for him: <br />built like an ox, brain like a moron. <br />shaved head, one ear-ring, bull neck, <br />gold chain, tattoos, <br />black gym-pumped T shirt <br />(strange to think that thirty years ago <br />that would mark him a, er, Judy Garland fan..) <br />or football shirt on match days, <br />jeans, trainers <br />for a quick getaway between the blood and the pig-van, <br />and sharp eyes in an impassive face <br />as if one eye's always on the lookout for his mates <br />and the other for the other lot <br />so don't catch his eye, OK? <br /> <br />a 'football supporter'; <br />now that's a real <br />oxymoron.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0004-oxymoron/
