Brexit Day On the Wall
Our EEC sovereignty went to the vote,
Not liking the outcome our parliament did ‘nowt,
All the self serving mp’s and grey suited men,
Refused then to honour the referendum.
Re-moaning voters want a new vote you see,
Though it flies in the face of our democracy,
And all the kings horses and all the kings men,
Will struggle to ever unite us again.
For what is the point of a judicial head,
That ignores its electorate and lines its pockets instead,
Whether you’re in or you’re out I think one thing is clear,
It’s the media and MPs who decide everything here.
So hold your new vote and I’m sure you’ll now win,
Cause people like me probably won’t vote again,
You have tainted our parliament where it seems money talks,
So I’m personally hoping for another Guy Fawkes.
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