Post Brexit

Hex it or Brexit, Now it’s late to fix it My God what have I done? I slipped my polling card by mistake And voted Brexit, And here I am now at the crossroads I messed it Is it possible to reverse and right the wrong And fix it? Or it’s late for me after my lexit? I jumped in the air with the hope to land safely But here I am still floating in the sky And I still do not know when, where and how I’ll land I messed it. It serves me now to suffer and grief And accept my fate and destiny, After I minced it.