Team BP
Colossi throw javelin and hurdle
Their way in name of branded octane,
Opposite the shiny supermarket that directs one to
Earl's court.
That their modern spears are used to
Shove down our throats that which I would
Have watched anyway
Belittles the team gb bandwagon.
But dear, how else do they get funding?
They're being paid to do what they love,
Their true calling, that which your red button
Reveals.
The private invest, the public digest.
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