brexit,
   walking on eggshells -
always nice,
always oh so polite...
always the last in the queue -
come on,
who's wasting the fooling
on who, as
opposed to who's fooling
who?
retards on parade...
windowlicker through
& through...
       it would have been
much harder is england
was actually land-locked...
i guess it's polite being
an island nation -
  then i wonder:
who's fooling who?
  england wouldn't be
england if it was located in
some sort of land dispute -
it was always going to be
a two-faced show of
what the english do best:
say (a), then do (b) -
          and they're becoming
oh so ******* boring with
their hoof-haff ******* of
the brexit vote...
and when will the consensus
narrative change?
in about 2 years,
when nothing will actually change...
which makes you wonder:
ever died of boredom?
  ever died reading charles dickens?
i probably would have...
had i read some of it...
      i really feel the time has
arrived that the english stop
feeling comfortable...
   mind you: they were already
a sly bit of awkward -
it's not that i revise a colonial
past,
       and it simply was:
the least exciting piece of *****,
while at the same time
the bulgarian ******* bypassed their
so-called "virginity"
and "marriage material" -
god forbid that was the epitome
of epitomes with regards to
what's to be deemed sacred:
the genitals of an english woman...
rats! rattle those teeth into
gnashing shoo-shoo-shake!
what? it's dentistry: the last resort
is that of a gamble.
      neither be you king,
nor be you queen,
you'll take my social critique,
like any other next to you bound
citizen of an awaited compensate;
you are as much above me,
as i am below you...
   perhaps i'm just better orientated
in the cuss,
and by cuss also the more
civilised?