A social life's not conducive
When you're semi-reclusive
An EU referendum now stuck in a rut
No fresh air when the door stays shut
White Van Man votes with the Sun
Dodgy builders adding zeros for fun
A nation divided, a union on a thread
A country squeezed blue, no future for red
A government feeding on seven deadly sins
Posh boys quaff Moet as the poor rattle tins
Hearts are broken and souls are sold
Greed left to flourish as evil takes hold
A perfect storm is in the making
If the Eton class keep taking
I fear it's already fated
A civil war is being created
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