1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Bart Simpson
Was the boy
Who sold his soul
But that wasn’t real
Just a cartoon goal.
Last night I saw
A Judas team in red.
If family of mine wore that kit
I’d class them as dead.
Plenty of teams
That I don’t like
Where I could say
On your bike!
But playing for a team
With the badge of old Bill
I can’t believe it was those boys
Using their own free will.
Was it a decision
By a judge in a wig
Go directly to prison
Or football as a pig!
How do you look
Your mates in the eye
When you’re from Brixton
Or across Peckham Rye?
When you have the Met’s badge
On your shirt
You’re nothing more than
A piece of dirt.
Shame on you lads
I hope you learn
Sign for someone else
And your soul will return.



( I wrote this after Dulwich Hamlet beat Metropolitan Police in the FA Youth Cup, Some of their side were young men who were local, black south Londoners. I simply cannot understand how they can play for such a side.)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/piglets/