Really?
That’s it?
You shouldn’t have fucking bothered
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Really?
That’s it?
You shouldn’t have fucking bothered
That’s how you do it,
Boris
Our woman
Has had her say
Now how long
Will it take for you
To protect your people
In the same way?
Let us out
Or lock us in
It doesn’t matter
You’ll never win
For some won’t be told
What to do
You can talk and talk
‘Til your face is blue
But what would help
Is to make a decision
Perhaps then a plan
Would meet less derision
For every day you’re spending
Pissing about like a prick
Lives are needlessly ending
And some don’t give a shit
So come on Boris
Give the public what they want
Just do the job we all pay you for
You fucking fumbling cunt
Maybe one day we’ll meet again
And maybe one day we won’t
But one things for sure
We’ll never be anything more
Than what either of us had hoped