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".
It went on to claim Liverpool had failed to acknowledge the part allegedly played in the Hillsborough disaster by drunken fans at the back of the crowd. "The police became a convenient scapegoat and the Sun newspaper, a whipping boy for daring, albeit in a tasteless fashion, to hint at the wider causes of the incident," it said.
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….
Ask...........
Who wants chips?
With their fat twat!
With ninety six chins!
Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet and writer 22/07/13
Pete Slater
Mon 22nd Jul 2013 13:55
Brilliant mate. From one rib cager to another ....brilliant mate. "Hairdryer on suck ... you fat cheeky fuck" love it. Would like to see it performed fella' ... LOADS of emotions in there ..
“The Truth” said the sun, those poor families they read
How we robbed off our own and we pissed on our dead.
AAAAAARGGGGHH!!!! If that doesn't wake people up then fuck all will do. Well written mate.
It's a disgrace that any one could try and score political points from such a tragedy, it makes me sick to my stomach that the authorities tried to cover up their own incompetence by blaming the victims. When you have that street banquet, save me a slice. ;0)