Britain is mentally ill
Who will invent a new pill?
Anti-pschycotics
Make us robotic
We freeze or we cannot keep still
Brexit was never foreseen
Its fog makes us gray as we scream
I don’t get a vote
I must be remote
I like you but I am unclean
If most of the public are mad
The sane people cannot be glad
Brexit is cryptic
In the bud we should of nipped it
But let’s not laugh till we’re all sad
