PASSPORT TO BREXIT
“There’s no question we have made progress, so far” said Mr Brick.
“With the second referendum this week we must continue to speak with the European Council to set out our new strategy for marketing Brexit.”
When the interview was completed, Mr Brick said he believed Brexit would now be a success. At least, it would be for him. His lack of compassion for others helped him in his pursuit as a successful businessman and marketing executive.
“GetReadyForBrexit.net is my baby, the most visited site in the UK this week.”
“Brexit is going to happen, I’m convinced about that” Mr Brick picked his nose. “As long as we don’t stop talking about the economy and the benefits of Brexit to the economy, I think the country is in a decent mood.” He felt great, due to his new batch of happy Monday pills from the generous Dr Benway. Most other people felt like homemade shit.
Mr Brick said he was hopeful about Brexit and that he was confident about the government’s negotiating strategy. Plush said that Mr Brick was “talking out of his arse, as usual, on sales pitch.”
“We had a good meeting with the Prime Minister yesterday, the government was very open, rather positive and ready to listen to me”. Then Mr Brick delivered a curveball, a bent out of shape nonsense “if the government were tried the same way we were, they would have been defeated”. He was pushing for a national nihilism, and a complete rejection of parliamentary authority, so to solve all the problems on the streets in a vigilante-style. Plush called Percy on the blower and burst out with his feelings.
“The next court case on Brexit is going to be brought by the European Union against the UK government. And I’m ready, with more Lawyers than the Church Of Scientology and Trump combined. The European Court Of Justice has declared that the UK government cannot formally Prorogue. And cannot formally leave the EU, and thus must abide by the terms of the EU Treaties, or face the gallows. The UK Gov must abide by those powers which they currently claim to be subject to, rule of law, backed up by Illuminati Lawyers. And so, then, the Supreme Court will find that the UK no longer has a valid entitlement to be a member of anything, and so it will invalidate the entire Brexit deal and force the UK to remain in the EU for the next three hundred years.” Plush was distracted by wasp that seemed to like his face cream more than he did.
“The Prorogation is sham. A far-right coup. A Court of Justice ruling is essentially the same as a Court of Appeal verdict, and a legally enforceable verdict. The UK has until 11th October to put its case to the Court of Appeal that there are no grounds for the UK to be taken out of the EU on the basis of this ruling Court ruling.”
“It seems to me that only one of the remaining ‘sides’ in the 2nd referendum campaign may be willing to actually accept the results of the referendum, and will want to stick with it, as long as the current legal and constitutional arrangements remain and are not torn up by rogue Lawyers, and madmen, and madwomen. In other words, those who want change are likely to be left far less satisfied than those who want the status quo, you know?”
“Kinda, go on,” Percy sat transfixed by this pollylogue from Plush.
“There may always be those that ‘support this or that’ though, as we’ve said in the last couple of days, there is an increasing consensus among the Scottish, and I for one, am with them.”
The court heard the film of the above conversation between Plush and Percy was not “the most appropriate representation of the events of October 2019, and the case was only about the film being screened at the BBC, as opposed to what was shown on the other news channels.
“There are things that do not come up for public enquiry. These were serious matters to be dealt with, arms deals, drug deals, counterintelligence ops, hunting Nazis.” Percy said.
The policeman were stood in the dock, well shaved, suited and trimmed.
“It is important for the court to recognise that even when there are serious cases, people who use cannabis tend to forget what is really happening to them don’t they?
Mr MacKenzie said there were several other events in the program that were not being dealt with properly due to cannabis use, and the jury found there was no “justifiable reason” for having a hearing in the first place if cannabis was involved. The BBC argued it was perfectly lawful for it to screen the film of the leaked conversation, or show it in a different way, perhaps caged by animation. The jury were angry that they wasted their time on stoners, and had been tricked into a conversation about cannabis when they were present for an important case about prorogation.
In
Out the dirty bin, like Flynn, trippin’
Sin of Johnsin, Jonesin for dee-regs
Suckin’ the last dregs of capital
From a burst bubble
In, in with them, in it together
With Europe to weather the weather
You choose Trump or Tusk?
In with your kin
Folks in mass who be from working kingdom class
In for the workers rights
In for fair and decent opportunity for all
In for one and one for all in
In good we trust
In over your head with the out gang
In the thick of it and getting thicker by the Wetherspoon full
Think McFly, think quicker
Sicker and licker shot to shoot the big dipper dobber
In, like cucumber in Gin
Like a holiday abroad on a whim
For consumer rights
For human and animal rights
Stay in, come unity
Not separatism
No schism
Ready up for the fight, for the flight, the blindsight roulette zit
In like a hole in one
Like a slam dunk, a corner kick, a prick
Inn like a stable for Jayzeus
In without Tory heist
In without Brexit Party hallucinations
In like Quintin Tarantino movies
In your face Ian Turncoat Austin
In the pool of commerce the largest market
In the mood
In the future of international learning with European cultures
In the market place of market places
In your own skin
In place in positive spin
Shedding Camerons pigskin and Johnson’s sheepskin
Leaving deadley sin, Dudley sin by Ian Busted Austin
In with the strong, in to underpin your rights
In and ready to take it on the chin
Begin trackin’ thin lines that lead to lies and Gove coke puffin’
Boris de Pfeffel huffin’ lies and elitist disregard
For everybody but them, the Bullingdongers
In like the loony bin Boris should be confined within
In like the firing pin
In the cross hairs of hate I relogate to the trash bin
Reason, fairness, openness and up-to date information
In memory of Heathcote Williams
In time
In like Huckleberry Finn.
In like a drawing pin to the shin of Boris Johnsin.
In
In
In
Fact check, 1,2
Fact check and false check chicken neck
Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
Ignorant ain’t cha’
I look pale but I got a couple of trails for yer’
A big whale, like a shark fish swimming tour
Eternally 23,names wordsley
Off the top get a mop shit moves easy
You tease me, with the promise of rhyme
Debase me, with crime minister prime
I’m coming for Boris with Jez and chuck Norris
We gonna’ plant a forest, we gonna’ chant a chorus
For poets who come before us, and claw us a torus
In spore us inspire us can’t tire us with tyrants
My family migrants with floral fragrance not vagrants
This ones for the vegans pagans and Finnegans
Rap shenanigans in my shattergums sugar plumbs fairy songs
Sculptured bongs in culture dishes, make three curses
And bake four wishes
Get some tissues, for this fission fusion
Boris and Mogg And Farage mirage illusion
Contusion contortion, lies and distortion
More than their portion of sleepy Eaton potion
Dribbled out to the nation,
Logic on ration
The P.M loves fashion
And the fashion is fascism and isms and schism
First class division for second class vision
Fact check and false check chicken neck
Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
Ignorant ain’t cha’
Fuck Boris, don’t let the lies permeate
Hold the motherfucker to each word turd mate
Tabloid media failing yer big tech selling yer’
Big dicks swinging yer getting fucked I’m tellin’ yer
Wake up smell it ya’ll
The writings on the wall and we’re led by donkeys
Stop fighting at the mall, you weren’t bred by honkies
Race carded, war carded, left carded, retorytarded
fart in the face of democracy, Trump
A bull in office of orifice, Boris
So I leave that behind and get my ass outside
Take a trip to the park and go down the slide
I skip some dog shit and write a new hit
I got more on my shoe than I know what to doo-doo with
so I pick it and flip it and scrape some more off
While thinking of Putin and Michael…Gorbachov
Having a loff’ getting shit of my shoes
Arbitrary rhyme scheme come clean tepid blues
It looked like choco ice cream but
Tasted like marmite mixed with
Vasalene, a brexshit dream
Fact check and false check chicken neck
Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
Ignorant ain’t cha’
Well listen, they’re not all this, and all that
I’m not all steve and I’m not all Pratt
Don’t carry a gat or a bat or gun
Just a couple of pens, some vinyl and drum
Ruppa Pum pummel your feet with stones
Eat hot dog buns with spiced microphones
Fight waves and resistance with minimal drag,
like a sea hag witch shaman poet slag
lightning bolt one-leg from Winnipoop-peg
Smoked your last roach and drank the last dreg
Goodbye summer wine hello winter rant
When I write off the dome its me, ste, itinerant
Squinity butterfly sprinty, with an Irish tint
Favourite colours green, and flavour mint
I put your tongue in a splint
And sent your eyeballs to Clent
Nose to the grind
And ears important
Head in the clouds and feet on the slab
Gimme some acid to unleash my splift of the gob
These rhymes on a cob
This life of a slob, fired back at the mob
Who lost you your job
With lies from their club
I shoot with this dub
I scoot to the nub
Just dance to the sub
Sit up, don’t be a slouch like Mogg
Be like Jez,
Make plans to clear up this mezz’
Confess and test the best of yourself
Get abreast of yourself
Find the rest of yourself
Find the others
Oh, oh, oh….find, the others
Agree to tolerate their manias
If they can tolerate yours
Be like flipper, not Jaws
Take a walk take a pause
Reflect and direct the love in all ways
The hated are fated to be elated with antiquated hate
Fact check and false check chicken neck
Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
Ignorant ain’t cha’
A poet, avoids rhyme like the plague
Forcing clarity of sanity distinguished from vague
These rhymes are childish
Puns served hot and mildish
English tingle ish’ single this, finger lift, to right wing toffs
I wish I wish in just one stanza
You’d explain the brexit extravaganza
Hex it, stop it, smell it, chuck it, heal it, seal it,
Few walk the talk, few truly feel it
If you want to fight Trump you have to stop Brexit
That’s it, in a nutshell, a gut smell, say what now?
What rock punk and rap includes lyrics from Bercow?
Get justified ancient and Moo Moo
Come together and tackle the doo-doo
Fact check and false check chicken neck
Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
Ignorant ain’t cha’
Fact check, 1,2 451?
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