Brexit Poem by Mark Heathcote

No one governs me!
You can't lynch the fire rolling-off my tongue
I won't-cower or shake like a blancmange
Freewill-speaks as it ought to do.
Put a soak in your own, mouth and sing!
Let's hear how you do.

Blah, blah, blah I've heard that chorus before
Blah, blah, blah it's what every buffoon is fighting for
Blah, blah, blah it's what every buffoon sings
While snipping-off butterfly wings.

Blah, blah, blah what is every buffoon singing-for?
Blah, blah, blah it's like cancer without a cure
Blah, blah, blah follow me or don't follow me, out the door
Because no man no one governs me that's for sure.