A poet such as I

 

A Poet such as I

You’d think a poet such as I would be able to describe today’s shit show, 

Ok, I’ll try.

Ya’all voted Brexit because you wanted to take back our Borders.

Well you succeeded in that, we’ve gone back to Postal Orders.

Petrol, Turkeys and Toys not on the Menu for Christmas.

HGV Drivers lured by visas and luncheon vouchers.

You really did believe what was written on the side of that bus.

You don’t like us slagging Eton and calling you Scum

Well what would you like?

Shall I call you Chum(p)?

You’re certainly threatening to turn this years festivities into a Dog’s Dinner.

I think I’d rather become a Buddhist and run the car on paint thinner.

You voted for a Clown because you were scared of free broadband.

You’d seen Corbyn in a Russian hat on Newsnight and had a fright.

You believed all that propaganda from Murdoch’s gutter press

And now there is no Brexit Ball, you’re sat there in your dress.

Conservatism is code for selfish and John Redwood eating shellfish

As you can tell Poetry is my forte

And I’m telling it like it is

Because the United Kingdom is going down

Without CO2, without the fizz.