Discovered recently among the manuscripts of that great English dramatist Willie A. Peakshamers:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this Brexit pace from year to year To the last Parliament of recorded time; And all our Tory pols have misled Brits The way to paupers’ deaths.
Out, out, brief Johnson! You’re but an Eton Con-man – a creeping bad-Bo Who grins and shakes his mop at Number Ten (“for sovereignty” – oh sure). It is a tale Sold to us idiots, full of lies, and futile, Benefiting… someone.