In Anticipation Of A Boris Victory Poem by Mary Champion

8/12/2019

Trust me!
Trust me!
That's what he said.
I'll get Brexit done,
or you'll find me dead
in a ditch. So he spun
all the truth as he lied
and hope all but died.
And the worst thing I fear
is that people will hear
this duplicitous brew
and assume that it's true.

But, perhaps we've no choice,
we must yield to the voice
of populist rant
and self-righteous cant.
And when we've been fooled,
and when we've been ruled
by this self-serving scum,
bitter wisdom will come
to the rescue next time,
and we will decline
the new lies they promote…

If we've still got a vote.