More than 50
I dont usaully do preamble however I must put this into context, its regarding Comments made in Spectator magazine in 2004 while Boris Johnson was editor. The Article went out 'unsigned' which means nobody owned up to writing it. However one of Boris's tean later on said that Boris had "a hand in it".
The Spectator claimed that "an excessive predilection for welfarism" had "created a peculiar, and deeply unattractive psyche among many Liverpudlians. They see themselves whenever possible as victims, and resent their victim status; yet at the same time they wallow in it".
More Than 50
It was Ninety Six! Boris! Ninety Six!
Not “MORE THAN 50!”
Ninety six was the number that you couldn’t say
In your bumbling, blundering, fat bastard way
I know that the details don’t mean much, to you
But I’m here to assure you, they fucking well do!
So remember that number, it’s quite consequential
So here’s why your comments sent us fucking mental
Ninety six children of ninety six mothers!
Ninety six sisters and fathers and brothers!
Ninety six funerals for ninety six souls!
Ninety six Scouser’s burnt up or in holes!
Ninety six people with one time of death?
Ninety six people with one dying breath?
While a system conspired to back up police lies
Ninety six families said their last goodbyes
“The Truth” said the sun, those poor families they read
How we robbed off our own and we pissed on our dead
For a plump Torie bastard, who’s had the hair dryer on suck
To hint we deserved it, you FAT CHEEKY FUCK!
Spurting your judgements like thee font of knowledge
They must of buggered your brain’s out at Balliol College
Then because we stick together, you call us a tribe
So maybe we’ll catch you and boil you alive?
Set out our street tables and when banquet begins….
Who wants chips?
With their fat twat!
With ninety six chins!
Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet and writer 22/07/13