O Morons, are you great and wise ?
I fear you cannot see the prize
That seemingly appears before your eyes
Because you mix untruths and lies
And must you wave your stick about ?
You have no voice, no point, no clout
You should ready yourself for the rout
When ‘no’ is heard as one big shout
But have we thought about ‘what next’ ?
It’s all confusing, somewhat vexed
There are no guidelines or ancient text
To break the spells by which we’re hexed
Perhaps events should give us cause
To stop and think, a moment’s pause
Better this than show our claws
And beat each other with ancient laws.