I wish I'd been born a football...

...thought the traffic cone.
People play with footballs.
Dogs bark, children laugh, men cheer around footballs.
Footballs are held, caught, taken to beaches.

I'm always in the way, stopping people from going where they want to.
Invisible, and hated. Or worse. Invisible and ignored.
My colours aren't bad, I could have been a good football.

I shouldn't even be here, on the edge of a lovely posh grassy square.
A woman with an impressive moustache took me
and hurled me over the railings, last night.
I think she must've been drunk, because she kept looking at her
groin and shouting, grow you bastard, grow....