Another Brexit Poem

With the recent news that Brexit will be fine as the government are stockpiling food and medicine I can't help but feel utter dread and fear. Why on earth are we putting ourselves in a situation where we need to stockpile food? Why is our government not just saying "actually no, we thought we could sort out a good deal for Brexit, we can't. If we do it our country will be in it's knees. You've elected us to look after your best interests so we're putting a halt to this whole sorry mess"?

Yet somehow we seem to be taking the result of the advisory referendum as gospel, listening to the narrow majority that voted based on actual lies. Why isn't someone putting a stop to it? I can only assume the government has a genuine fear that if they don't follow through on Brexit there'll be civil unrest.

Meanwhile here the rest of us are being guided by a government determined to listen to voices that know what they want but have absolutely no clue how to achieve it.

We Shall Leave

We never foresaw the rationing

And stockpiling of the meds

We only wanted democracy

And blue passports instead

We had a vision out of Europe

We want it to come true

Despite the fact we do not know

Exactly what to do

You promised us millions

We saw it on a bus

And we expect you to deliver

All of that to us

We don't care if it's impossible

Give us what we voted for

Let's leave the single market

Kick the EU out of the door

We don't understand economics

But we do know what we need

A bit of fervent nationalism

And trade deals to be agreed

Where we get what we want

Just because we are the Brits

We don't care if it's impossible

Make a success out of Brexit