A poem to #VoteRemainTards

Dear friends & neighbours,
Stupid arseholes,
Who've walked in shameful
Lands of dreams,
Where you have taken,
Stolen, hoarded,
Pissed on us, as if we're stupid,
Handled us, talked down, to us.
Smiled and mused,
as if you're worthy,
Grown & sturdy, passing off,
Yourself as leaders,
And all our problems,
Needing to learn,
Our rightful place.
Keep thinking about
Your stocks & shares
And what you did,
or gave, or paid,
Look at it, this game you played,
Forgetting who you think you are.
Consider what we're saying now:
We stand & labour,
Shivering in cold & effort
As we earn, your just return,
Because you provide.
But now, just look - it's over
Silent revolution,
In which, finally,
You cease to be.

We need to find a happy ending

We need to find
a happy ending
To all this talk,
& sick, mind-bending.
Dragging down,
the people here,
Spreading all their
Hate & fear,
Until we all capitulate,
Until old England,
Turns out Great,
And we can get back, to tv,
to malls & sport, & luxury,
And no discomfort,
No pain left,
Of walls, pitfalls,
And Masterchef.
So we don't have to,
feel no pain,
We'll go on, and on,
As we did, again.