[Kyle]

From the poison chalice of the cup we sip,
Till the masses bow down at the feet of UKIP,
Politics to the layman is reason and lies,
Mixed with ego's and moulded into parliament pies,
For years we have asked for a voice on the EU,
With every no British nationalism grew and grew,
Could our voices really hamper our nations trade,
Or is Clegg and his Cronies in on this charade,
But me I'm too stupid I'm just working class sh*t,
From a Northern Town that's gone down to the pit,
In a short space has drastically changed demographics,
Because that's just how the red rosette has it,
Will the chance ever come where we can flex our muscles,
Bend over Europe and suck my Brussels.