The Decision…


Or strictly whatever
Better Together
Or out in the weather
United we stand
And divided we fall
But all the time
Within the lizards’ enthral.

 The real question hasn’t yet been asked:
Do we want a place ruled by alien Royals
A fragmented memory of the middle old ages
Allowed to go on for snap-happy tourists
And blue-blooded sick o phants
How about a deep fried holding pen 
Up along the lochs and the crags and the fens
Say yes to the people 
And no to the Monarchy.

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