Letter to the Cup that Counts

All I wanna watch is a game of cricket

Turns out I couldn't get one ticket

We're told The Cup is all about the masses

But all who can watch Live are the ones with passes

Sponsors, boards make bucks off us 'fans'

But when it comes to treating well, we dont figure in their plans

Ohh wait there are a thousand tix for us you know

On that zoonga boonga site, I don't know

Crash they say they had, it was unforeseen

Ohh is it? I say 'Forget You' à la Cee Lo Green

Had enuf of you ICC and you Pawar clown,

If I could, I'ld boot you and your jokers out of town

But I'm just a faceless powerless fan

Puking stuff on the Net is all I can

I'll get back to the 'coverage' on TV

With fancy voices of Sunny and Raavi

And Russel Aawrnowld or Tony Grieg

Or Rameeez, EM Bang Wa or some other fag

And spare us the torture with that "De Ghuma Ke"

Dude, Shankar, drop those shades you look so gay

This shit's no Waka-Waka no Un Dos Tres

Somebody please tell the editors and the DJ's

The last I checked it's 'World' Cup of cricket

Dont blow this hot air every shot, every wicket

Come on you sponsors, we're all here

Yes, your stuff's great - we can all hear

Please don't smear the ground with all those logos

Common leave us some cricket, you MoFos

You know what I do, I mute you all

And follow cricinfo's Ball-by-Ball

I feel for you, you guys who been insulted, ill-treated lathi-charged at the grounds...

But please know that we have it no better,

And that's why this love letter,

from a faceless Fan to the Cup that Counts...