Vandals of the Same Kind
(aka Swindles of their Minds – Transatlantic Edition – with a Hint of Brexit) – A Transatlantic Wind Up (or Windrush)
Negotiations with Angela Merkel, like a deal within a deal
Never ending or beginning, a Brexit that was never real
Like Norway Plus, or Boris’ bus, and Farage’s no deal “high noon”
They’ll insist, we want this barnacle on our arse to festoon
Like the shock-news fans, whose sleeping past, are moments of disgrace
Resurrecting ancient tensions of ethnicity and race
As the jerks kill you will find, they’re full of idiocy that’s blind
Like a gun’ll solve their problems, full to the gunnels they are prone
Just to wallow in a dark place where the sun has never shone
Like the bore, who keeps revolvers, tweets second amendment memes
And then stipulates, this rebel, that he’s contemplating schemes
Like the shock-news fans, their sweeping past, in Nuremberg was placed
Resurrecting ancient memories of horrors that laid waste
And their smirks’ll kill your mind, as they sneak up from behind
Money jingles in their pockets, stars will spangle in their heads
Why did tolerance go quickly, why’s there just anger instead?
Others saying “what’s mine is yours” is now such kindness to be banned?
Is the only way of thinking to be that of Ayn Rand?
Pictures hanging in a clubhouse by a charity were bought
Then Trump’s Foundation was wound-up, because it had been caught
When they knew that it was over, they claimed it was unfair
As the sickly thieves were learning to use colour (like Trump’s heir)
Negotiations by Giuliani, like a deal within a deal
Never ending or beginning, “security” was never real
As the conspiracy unwinds, then the Turks’ll surely find –
Trump has vandalised his mind!