No, I Won't Drop It (In Fuck You Major)

To all my splendid migrant friends,
To all from far and wide,
To all who came to settle
But now swim against the tide

Of narrow-minded racist scum
And ignorance throughout
This once United Kingdom,
Now divided, now sold out.

We’re sorry that our PM fled,
And “Leave” just hid and ran;
While lowlifes all across the land
All hailed the Ku Klux Klan.

Don’t feel alone, don’t feel distressed;
They claim majority,
But with you on our side, you see,
They lose authority.

Forty eight percent of us,
Regrexits and you guys
Amass far greater numbers;
Let’s regroup and harmonise.

In all my years, I’ve never felt
More shameful of this dump.
So, fuck the haters, pack their bags;
Let’s ship them off to Trump!

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