Because the world is perfidious
I am going into mourning.
I shall turn my back on vanity
and try to maintain my sanity.
Dressing up in a long black gown
I shall go about looking hideous
and venture into town
to pose in my strange, drab garb
as a way of attracting attention
and displaying contempt
for this world of corruption, insidious.
I shall only speak of doom,
For the end of the world is nigh,
And there’s nothing to do to fix it,
Especially after Brexit.