Brexit
Hey golden hair balloon
The monkey in the moon
With the look of baboon
We let you grow big
Let you be in palace
Very large you can be
Then nature and myself
Will become thorns to be
In your side; butt's skin…
Boom, blast, you are gone
When packed in trash can
Underneath the carpet
Goes other empire…
Sure you are dumb-
Selfish and blind…
You don't see what I mean…
Till you have gone flat…
That is when your homeland
Will join the England
That made mess in the world
Then among her neighbours
Till game of Brexit
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