a one hundred and thirty first poem ... 'liverpool football club'

Liverpool football club

Blub blub blub!

We haven’t won in years

And it’s all about the tears.

Man U have all the money,

Chelsea their pot of honey

We’re just bloody broke

Even worse than fucking Stoke.

Liverpool football club

Blub blub blub!

Last time we won a throw in

We still had Michael Owen.

These days Spurs can even beat us

And ever since I was a foetus

I can’t recall an era

Where the price of success seemed dearer.

Liverpool football club

Blub blub blub!

We can’t defend for toffee

And for all the Everton mints and Irish coffee

Why did we put a German

In charge? I’ll spare the sermon,

Save to say we let in three v Watford

… We let in three v Watford.

Liverpool football club

Blub blub blub!

So, we haven’t won in years

And it’s all about the tears,

The glory days of Shankly

Souness, Paisley, frankly

Have turned to dust, now we stare

Into the abyss, blankly.