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Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral,
he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral,
Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels,
won't hear no ifs or buts,
he says the tide of squirrelgrants are going to have all the nuts,
Cyril voted ukip and cheered when brexit won,
The says 'now we've taken back control,
got the eurocats on the run',
Cyril thinks that Farage is just a wicked bloke,
he'd like to sit inside the pub with him
and rant and drink and smoke,
he says that Nigel's got it and speaks with the common squirrel's voice,
now we're leaving Europe we have simple choice,
strong and stable nut trees or bremoaners whining, jeez
- surely empress Theresa must be the best of these.
He thinks that every squirrel,
should be free to gather as many nuts,
as he is physically able and if that means some cuts,
to furry mammal welfare that's just the price you pay,
for strong and stable government, it's the neo-squirriberal way.
Now Suzanne's a cosmic yoga teacher,
with her chakras all aligned,
she sees the good in everyone, wants peace for all mankind.
She took her mum out shopping, to Tescos in Ledbelly town,
parked the car and got her bags for life and prepared to shop on down,
she needed organic yeast free beansprouts
and free range yoghurt with which to knit,
a tea cosy for the Dalai lama,
(she thinks he's really fit).
But at the storefront entrance,
a standoff was in full swing,
a fearsome beast with claws and teeth and lot's of tats and bling,
was scaring all the customers!
-the staff couldn't do a thing,
they said 'you'll have to go to Aldi, for if we open up,
Cyril the squirrel will trash the place!',
Suzanne said 'wassup'?,
Suzanne's sense of social justice began to kick in now,
she said 'he's got a point you know,
I'm being a mardy cow'.
She overturned the basket and said to Cyril run,
go, be free and have some squirrel fun.
And there the story might have ended (TBC)
Undemocratic is this democracy
Oxymoron vote here
moron not vote there
A world of mirror
inhabited by the blind
A noise all say they hear
though it's silent
A living creature physically operates
whilst in an physically dead state
Liberal Democrats
Bigoted bureaucrat's
A deal
called no deal
Identified
Unidentified Flying Object
Looking to see if they sound
A Christian Saviour
Jewish
Ghandi
Hiter
Leaning
falling
I write my writes with my left as is correct
I left my write to my right and that's wrong
A dominant eye
undetected through sight alone
A democratic vote was Brexit,
a choice between Democracy and Bureaucracy,
a vote the latter would never offer
unless Democracy in Bureaucracy demands
I'm a moron, oxy,
saying things not oxymoron,
because I lost my mar-ball at Hitler
I voted on politics
the law that comes with that politics
authority and the distribution
the system denying corrupt tricks
I voted for transparency
a voice to challenge the power that be
and though it yet to be resolved
BREXIT is a vote that sees me involved
It may be economy striking
with short term wealth loss
not to peoples liking
but people the boss
A system of confidence
settling differences
fair in its stance
lost in France
An evolved system to serve
nothing shady in reserve
the system people deserve
A Leave vote proving worth
I voted LEAVE
I’d vote it again
I always believe
it’s the way for Britain
Politicians, Prime Ministers, Courts Of Law
Protests, Petitions, but no shady backdoor,
I’m seeing what I knew would be seen,
I believe in Britain, our systems, our Queen.
Middle aged man in Docs,
vintage leather jacket and
grey haired pubes around his cock.
Ill fitting tour shirts rekindling a hazy past.
Barrowlands, The Bunnymen. Hammersmith Odeon,The Clash.
U2 at University pre Bono crawling up his own ****.
Danced and hugged on stage with Terry Hall,
arrested for d&d outside Bradfords Great Hall,
after watching John Cooper Clarke supporting The Fall.
Life reinvigorated by the post punk explosion,
no longer searching the NME gig guide,
but a Spotify recommendation.
or an even sadder email notification.
A pre gig meal opposed to a walk home pie in a barm.
Ear buds for the tinnitus and Bisoprolol to keep calm.
Heartbreak to watch the talent unrewarded,
by a government devoid of a cultural foresight.
Stifled opportunities
through Tory Brexit lies,
Allowing the corporations of Cowles and the EMI’s to
reap million upon million,
leaving the grassroots unnurtured, venues struggling to stay open.
Our greatest export,
an industry broken.
Fierce Arctic blasts were but things of my past
Once I found romance in the south of France.
How could she entrance with one simple glance?
My lonely love fast was over at last.
No longer alone with wine of the Rhone
We shared fresh claret at the Blue Parrot,
Love, I declared it, for her hair carrot
With its golden tone banded with opal stone.
We traveled to Nice to visit my niece
At the Eden Roc and enjoyed sweet talk;
The sand shore we’d walk and watch sailors caulk.
Our joy had to cease when came the police.
I'd made my exit, a jailbird Brexit,
From a Finnish cell much too cold to tell.
It was love’s death knell as law tracked me well.
To be explicit, Finns caught this nitwit.
It is Arctic cold where I will grow old
My crimes to atone ‘til I’m skin and bone.
My heart lives alone with dreams of the Rhone
Where claret is sold; and your hand I hold.
1/30/2019
Though Harry did marry
The girl of his dreams
That move was contrary
In some ways, it seems.
For royals are loyal
To country and Queen,
Yet tensions did boil;
Life wasn’t serene.
Some trouble did bubble
‘Tween Harry and Will
And Meghan found royalty
Less than a thrill.
Reporters, on orders,
Too, gave them no peace.
Despite their supporters,
Their angst did increase.
In rebuke, both the duke
And the duchess agreed
That the limelight was something
They just didn’t need.
So to cope, what they hope
Is to step down and move
To Toronto, though Buckingham
Might not approve.
There’s debate so we wait
To see how this all ends,
For this “Megxit,” like “Brexit”
Our own lives transcends.
Turned on the TV to see what they'd say
There's crowds in the streets all around the UK
Shelves being ransacked at Tesco all day
It's happening too in the U S of A
My TV depicting an end, clearly near
With Donald Trump there and Brexit right here
Then back to the masses, although it’s unclear
Whether it's panic or madness or fear
They're showing us scenes of emptying shelves
With mobs going frantic, all out for themselves
TVs get lifted from where they were racked
It's easy to see that society's cracked
Hoarders are scooping up baked beans and bread
Brand names all gone, own label instead
'Food for my family', is what one said
'I've got to provide for fear they'd be dead’
Coffee and alcohol, biscuits and cakes
Sausages, burgers, bacon and steaks
Folk grab at board games with ladders and snakes
And luxury watches, both real ones and fakes
And now the news treats us to Donald Trump's face
He's saying he's set for a nuclear race
He's gonna build brick walls all over the place
Cos the US is full and there ain't no more space
So they're panicking far and they're panicking near
The whole of the western hemisphere
The Ruskies have nukes and they're all pointing here
It seems that the mobs are in justified fear
Then back to the markets and bustling streets
Shopping bags bulging with with copious eats
Vegetables, fruit and myriad meats
All crammed into car boots and on the back seats.
Now we view traffic jammed up standing still
Ambulance racing to someone who's Ill
Drivers attempting to show some goodwill
No room to manoeuvre though sirens are shrill
Then back to the clambering hands and shelves bare
Frantic swipes reach for the last items there
Desperate housewives all pulling out hair
Their trollies still holding a square inch of air
As fighting breaks out in aisle number eight
Some fellow bought milk... An entire crate
But what made the other bloke really irate?
The last crate was grabbed by the first bloke's mate
I turn in shame from my TV
Can't bare to see the things I see
Where once we had humanity
This war has brought depravity
But as I turn, the room to leave
I hear the words I can't believe
Do my eyes and ears deceive?
This is not war... It's Christmas Eve
The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers
I
Forward the light brigade!
Was there a dude dismayed?
Though most should have known
Cameron had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply!
Theirs not to reason why!
Theirs but to do or die!
Spurning the fear of Death
rode the three hundred.
II
Farage to the right of them,
Corbyn to the left of them.
Bannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered.
Stormed at by the press,
Onward they rode in stress
Into the wilderness,
Oh, what an awful mess!
Rode the three hundred.
IV
Can ever their great deed fade?
How high that price they paid!
All the world wondered.
Praise to the charge they made?
Praise to the Light Brigade?
Intrepid three hundred!
The real world is getting weird, the idea of a second referendum lacks wisdom, an act to pull down and end the system, people vote labour cus they don’t like Tory or are remainer this is an election for the insane no brainer, and who is to blame, remain, for defeat is too much pain, second vote they lose again, laughter I will not contain, they win it, not valid, we’ll bin it, have it, the country too, We Shall Never Surrender, words now haunt us, foreign enemies we’re victorious, Brexit clash, Leave dumb, Remain lame-us , they could be adults and accept.. I’m starting to hate, first move to take , war mate
(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality, part 2 of 2)
They believe we will be quiet
overlooking injustice,
but hate lit fire will spread in riot,
for this they have pushed us.
they envision us prosper in peace,
with growth and all fine,
but have hate remain not ease,
their enemy of mine.
they made a mockery of democracy,
expect us play by its rules,
we will choose and embrace anarchy,
won’t recognise what rules.
narcissists blank out true reality,
Remainers have shown they do the same
Remainers and all too my enemy,
this country never be the same,
You must understand,
we do this for a reason,
they didn’t accept defeat,
so now we show them beaten,
Uncivilised rejections of a vote,
uncivilised hatred they grow,
grow and grow will never go,
goodbye Great Britain cheerio.