Saturday, 31 August 2019

Prorogation is the New Backstop


My righteous fury never will abate
Because it is a ‘feeling’ I confect.
I have my human rights, I must debate
And so must those who chaps like me elect,
Though not with those whose views we must reject
As absolutely vile.  We concentrate
On grown up discourse which has great effect.
My righteous fury never will abate,
The opposition, those who masturbate,
Have no right to complain if they detect
Hypocrisy. My anger has no sell by date,
Because it is a ‘feeling’ I confect.
I raged about the backstop, you suspect
I didn’t really care, but got irate
Because it was the latest cause, correct!
I have my human rights, I must debate
I choose the latest views and then exaggerate
The depths of knowledge, I possess, select
Those facts that suit my case.  I feel hate,
And so must those who chaps like me elect,
Towards those idiots who would reject
That we should stay a weak and vassal state -
Those Little Englanders, whom I detest.
With truth and reason I conflate
My righteous fury.

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