Brexit Bloodbath

This Brexit riddle is unsolvable, come next March the cold light of truth will come down upon us with an unexpected maelstrom of confusion, We helped liberate Europe with our Yankee Cousins, and this is our Payback?...

For many years we tried to get in, but they 'didn't want us' now we want to get out, they are making it as penalty rich as is possible. Fuck Europe, fucking Peasant Scum, just like us... but the British are a better class of Paracite, we only suck blood when cornered, and Boy are we are getting out Boxed by this Brexit Tragedy with a Picante of comedy... Heads are Rolling as doomsday is Tolling...

They want us to squirm like a mealworm on a hook, till we are consumed by our own anaphylactic shock at just how badly off we will become, Panic in the City, the Pound Plummets against the Euro, we will need a lifeboat to leave this sinking little Island... The economy will be asphyxiated and Marshall law will be imposed, against the rioting Vermin in a heightened state of all-out Anarchy, 

Beware the Ides of March indeed, trouble is we all go down with the ship, like the fools who stayed optimistic on the Titanic, they just could not process it, like we cant either; the whole Country is in a state of a head in the sand denial... in a Comedy of many Errors that are utterly unresolvable...

God Save the Queen
VIVAT VIVAT REGINA