Zanze: Burning Bridges

Burning bridges as you exit
And then lining up your pockets.
“What’s the point of fucking Brexit!?”
Hear the war cry of the rockets.

Burning bridges as you
Begin to walk away
From talks which are now through,
And from your path, you stray.

Burning bridges,
For what seems fun.
Drawn like midges,
Your feast begun.

And then legs it
Your plan is concerning
Burning bridges as you exit.


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