My Brexit Poem

By TheShyAssassin

Fri, 05 Oct 2018

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Bring me wine and whisky

I will weep for our salvation.

And piss my fury on the bleaching bones

of a once great broken nation.

I won't take the punches like a man,

I'll rail at Britain's fate.

They don't know yet though of course they should,

Contrition comes too late.

To think that I was one of you,
The people of the shires,
Once lions led by donkeys,
Now donkeys led by liars...

So we will not build Jerusalem,

We'll turn bridges into walls.

And we'll ride away from Camelot,

And I'll weep ... as England falls.