In modern professional wrestling
fans prefer cheering the bad guys.
They say the good guys are not relatable.
They say the good guys are bland.
They say the good guys are not cool.
Last week I saw a customer in Sainsburys
get down on his hands and knees
and pull the tins of tomato soup
from the back of the shelf to the front
so no else had to go to the trouble.
When he stood up, his muscular puffed chest
was bedazzled in a Spandex leotard
and thrash metal blared down the aisle.

© Carl Burkitt 2021