Brexit? What Brexit? Poem by Yor Nella

Brexit, break it, fix it, fake it.
In the end it's all the same -
Status quo in all but name.
Our ruling masters always will
Come out on top while we pay the bill.
They lie in clover and lick the cream,
While we work harder, chasing our dream.
We can moan, or march, or protest, or vote,
but the government will always be remote.
People in northern Britain say
Government in London is too far away.
If this small island has a north/south divide,
How can a far off Brussels possibly provide
Rule that would guarantee we thrive?
Brexit may come with a squeak or a bang -
And the effects be felt by every man.
Still, there's no point in shedding tears,
Or voicing doom, or gloom, or fears.
Life will go on just the same -
Ditto, status quo in all but name.
Brexit, schmexit, like it or lump it,
Bring it on EU - we can take it.

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