Start Blaggin It
We’ve got remainers moaning like little twitches
whining away at democratic wishes,
politicians shone bright in true lies,
selfish gains over public cries.
May Day,
May Day,
May’s way’s a crisis,
everyone’s telling her, “we just don’t like this”,
they don’t like the view envisioned ahead
few submissions of an alternative get read.
There’s the moron Corbyn a political calamity,
many adore him, I’m like “how can it be”,
leading Labour with a Royal Vendetta,
come on you reds you can do better!
This Brexit palaver needs to meet its ends,
remainers keep meeting to protest like bellends,
we’re in it together, we’re all friends,
Brexit's feeding us "offending trends".
It’s clear we need a new political manager,
not Corbyn though, he’s an amateur,
UKIP a broken unit and gone
the Lib Dems live in a state of mong
we all know the Tories have got it wrong,
soon protest parties where they don't belong.
Millions of experts that are not in office
critising like the option's obvious,
whilst behaving in ways mostly pathetic,
these "know it alls" only ever the electorate.
And I can see even the cabinet crappin’ it,
the world's watching Brexit,
we need to start blaggin' it!
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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