Get Over It

“Fucking Hell, get over it!”
They said that to my face.
As England fell and Brexiteers
All ran off in disgrace. 

Hate crime rose, the pound collapsed
And prices climbed much higher.
“We won, we’re free, stop whining!”
As their country caught on fire. 

“Sovereignty is back again!
Britannia rules the waves!”
As equal rights and peace on Earth
Settled in their graves.

“We voted out! There’s no EU!”
But why they cannot say.
“To stem the flow of refugees
From lands so far away!”

“They take our jobs, OUR jobs!” they shriek,
Whilst standing in a line
To claim job ‘seeker’ benefits,
“Those benefits are MINE!”

Their rents increase, the NHS
Still waits there looking glum;
“Where’s our millions?” Oopsie daisy…
…Leave? They’ve done a run!

Yet knowing that the Leave campaign
Was total in its lies
Does nothing to dissuade their cause;
Our boat, they did capsize.

“Fucking hell, get over it!”
They said that to my face.
Save my soul, save my kids,
Fuck, save the human race.

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