Even when it’s suicide to smile

Taunt no longer idiots on these isles
For like the Lord they are not English pure
They voted for the  stupid and the wild

In appearance, May looks fairly mild
For the old, she has   a faint allure
Being  the chief  sweeper of  church aisles

Boris Johnson Turkey has defiled
He cooked his goose  in rapeseed oil  uncured
As   befits the  madmen and the wild

Michael Gove’s own  head his heart defiled
Yet save him from the deserts of the sewer
Taunt no longer morons on these isles

The NHS is poorer  mile by mile
It’s good if you are dying on the wires
Even when it’s suicide to smile

Mrs Thatcher, never   paid the toll
She wrote a cheque and signed the counterfoil
Taunt no longer MPs on these isles
We chose among the cunning, the most vile.