Brexity Ways to Peeve your Brother
(aka Be a Good Bro’ Jo) by Sly-Man and Carbuncle
The problem with fratricide is … “your dead, now let me be”
The answer it’s easy – just accept your anxiety
I’d like to help you but my befuddlement’s my glee
There’s must be Brexity ways to annoy your brother
He said it’s not my habit to be rude
Before initiating a sibling feud
By lying about Proroguing, and other lies he’s spewed
There’s brexity ways to peeve your brother
Brexity ways to be a mother …
You just slip out the Bo, Jo
Be an orange tan, fan
You don’t need to be Hoi polloi
Or be Jacob Rees-Mogg’s “boy”
Flop on the rocks, Fox
You don’t need to attempt talks
As long as you can claim
Everyone else is to blame
He said it grieves me to leave, we cannot remain
I wish there was some way I could be convinced – he had a brain
In fact it’s probable, that he is quite insane
About the Brexity ways
And I hoped in some way he might act sensibly, not in spite
But he seemed mighty pissed as he surrendered to the far right
There must be Brexity ways to peeve your brother
Brexity ways to blame the other
You can forget about facts, scrap
Every last plan, man
You don’t need to be Bojo
To regret his notion of “free”
NHS on a bus, rust
Has turned into distrust, dust
Just drop off the quay, flee
And drown in the sea