estranged family headache

Proper Bad Brexit – Poem

It’s proper bad this Brexit

They say it’s time to exit

People scared like spies

Knowing our electives lies

Have tried to succeed

To deceive with greed, division and diversity

Pushing a need for security

Because of corrupt housing policy

And yet here we are

About to become a little star

A plan devised to tell those lies

And property is key

Along with millions of souls

For NHS private ghouls

We drive into obscurity

The End?

 

By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris

Original work please only copy if you credit me, cheers!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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