brexitry in the uk (inc. chorus iv.)

i’m an analyrical 

political animal,

fresh from facing off 

a foreigner at the botanicals 

i’ve reached the top, surprised

although i did start in the

middle (class) i realise

oh well, no pulling back

teetering on the brink 

of my cul de sac

maybe i’ll hoist 

a union jack

yeah i made my billions 

by betting big 

on brexit

i’m a big swellin’ bell

a beef sauce boudicca 

and now it’s done and gone

my creativity diminished

naked on the stage 

in the empty bar basement 

shouting random swear words 

for my own entertainment 

they say a weird brother 

is a sign of a weird family

drunk under the table, 

call it strong and stable 

let us adorn for the gilet years

whatever starts with hope 

will end in tears

it’s the hint of sulphur 

underneath the blend

ah well, we’ll get there in the end

that concludes stanza 14 of the love epochal. join me on tuesday next week where we will commence stanza 15 of the love epochal. i hope you are enjoying part three: giletdonism.

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