My (Re-Posted) Brexit Poem
Thu, 21 Mar 2019
Bring me wine and whisky
And I'll 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.