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Liverpool Blues

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Bent double like a beggar
Under sacks of his own money
It aint funny
Said Benitez
They’re such cheaters
Robben us of our broken pride
In the bitter wake
Of the lions’ mauling.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The professionally foul smell
Corrupts my brain again.
What kind of sport is this?

Notes

In memory of Reina’s red card at Stamford Bridge.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/liverpool-blues/