THE BREXIT BIG MOUTHS
A Poem
The closer we get to the day
that Theresa May expects to be crowned
the Queen of Brexit
the big mouths of sovereignty and bringing back your borders
are becoming silent now.
The Union Jack T shirts and Estuary English
The UKIP shock jocks
the naughty schoolboy rifling through a journalist's papers
Gove the ol cove
is shutting his 'let them eat cake-hole'
because the gap is shortening.
She thought she was in the winners' enclosure
when she had that 'Epiphany in Eryri'
That's Snowdonia to those that don't speak Welsh
but the nasty party couldn't keep the blue devil quiet for long.
'We'll go for the Working Class vote, you remember
the poor, the bed-ridden, the austerity driven,
champagne drinking, canape chomping underclass
They can have their bread and circus, their tribal sports
while we sort out how we are to protect our own
and the Class System.'
The Queen was in her counting house, counting out our money for
rewiring and when the Electricians by Royal Appointment have finished there,
they can jolly well get oft down to the Houses of Parliament.
The brainwashed, the great unwashed are starting to ask questions.
The much maligned middle classes are starting to see that
the Working and Upper are all a pile of arses.
rolling around like pigs in shit in an excrement of their own making.
But you never start a sentence with a BUT, but things are starting a shaking.
The Libertines new front man is starting to sing for the young and the old and the not so bold.
The bull crap biased media are starting to hear
"We see ya"
The Empress's new clothes are starting to pong
the guy from J Arthur Rank is banging his gong.
This election could go down to the wire
are becoming silent now.
The Union Jack T shirts and Estuary English
The UKIP shock jocks
the naughty schoolboy rifling through a journalist's papers
Gove the ol cove
is shutting his 'let them eat cake-hole'
because the gap is shortening.
She thought she was in the winners' enclosure
when she had that 'Epiphany in Eryri'
That's Snowdonia to those that don't speak Welsh
but the nasty party couldn't keep the blue devil quiet for long.
'We'll go for the Working Class vote, you remember
the poor, the bed-ridden, the austerity driven,
champagne drinking, canape chomping underclass
They can have their bread and circus, their tribal sports
while we sort out how we are to protect our own
and the Class System.'
The Queen was in her counting house, counting out our money for
rewiring and when the Electricians by Royal Appointment have finished there,
they can jolly well get oft down to the Houses of Parliament.
The brainwashed, the great unwashed are starting to ask questions.
The much maligned middle classes are starting to see that
the Working and Upper are all a pile of arses.
rolling around like pigs in shit in an excrement of their own making.
But you never start a sentence with a BUT, but things are starting a shaking.
The Libertines new front man is starting to sing for the young and the old and the not so bold.
The bull crap biased media are starting to hear
"We see ya"
The Empress's new clothes are starting to pong
the guy from J Arthur Rank is banging his gong.
This election could go down to the wire
.jfif)
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