Tag: In

  • In like

    In like

    In
    Out the dirty bin, like Flynn, trippin’
    Sin of Johnsin, Jonesin for deregs
    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.

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