A Brexit Poem

I studied the EU at university. Three years looking at how it worked and what it did. I still didn't feel educated enough to be the one to decide whether or not it would be financially beneficial to leave the European Union. We have politicians and quangos to decide that. Educated people who know the ins and outs of global trading and economics.

My gut feeling was stay, we're stronger together. Look at big business, the bigger the conglomerate, the better the deal. It's also a massive peace project set up after the wake of WW2 - I like peace. Who doesn't?

I describe the referendum as the equivalent of choosing your mortgage based solely on which bank logo you prefer. We were given no fiscal predictions, no plan. Nothing. I voted to stay. Oh and Lloyds, obviously, because who doesn't like horses?

We all know more of the registered electorate voted Leave yet here we are, no further away from the EU we were meant to be leaving. It's almost as if the government had no plan. The whole vote has achieved one thing, a divided country, people hurling abuse at each other over social media. Tribal politics. Classic divide and rule. Was that the plan after all?

Divide And Rule

There's a lot of people moaning

I know what we'll do

Have a national vote to choose

In or out of the EU

We'll ask the British people

What would be ideal

A common EU market

Or an individual national deal

It doesn't matter that the people

Do not have a clue

About how the EU works

And exactly what they do

We'll make them choose anyway

They'll know in their gut

If they want to exit

Or if they'd rather stay put

And if they are not sure

We can always make them guess

Doesn't matter, right or wrong

We'll blame them for the mess

We have no plan for if we leave

There is no exit tool

But we'll have a vote anyway

Classic divide and rule

Failure or success

It doesn't bother us

We're rich enough not to be bothered

By promises on a bus