Future Imperfect

Good morrow merry citizens Here’s another Brexit gain We may have our country back But we can’t go live in Spain. Record numbers now Are all giving thanks For the almost empty Essential food banks. The poor are getting poorer The rich getting richer In our Free New Britain A sad disgraceful picture. The papers are full daily Of the unedifying sight Of the squabbling royals And their family fight. The PM’s a Billionaire Thanks to his wealthy wife With little understanding of The poverty of modern life. The National Health Service Is shrinking with each day Just a rundown of our country Sinking into moral decay. As you dip your stale crust Into your tepid weak tea Just cast a thought to How things used to be, We British are at our best With our backs to the wall Tugging respectful forelocks as Our betters openly nick it all. But, be upstanding good people, Celebrate the joyous thing We can still find the millions To crown our latest king.