A second Open Letter to Theresa May

Dear Mrs May, what have you done?
   They handed you a smoking gun,
So why on earth you went and chose,
   That ship of fools, God only knows!
   That bumbling, bloody bygone Mayor,
Lives on a wing and on a prayer;
   I'm altogether lost for words.
Of all the useless bloody turds!

Boris is a hapless c*nt;
   And you've kept that knob-end, Hunt;
I wish that were the worst of it,
   But Lord Almighty, holy shit!
   There's Liam Fox - that scrotal itch;
And Leadsom too - the lying b*tch.
   It's lunacy, no ifs, no buts,
Are you completely f*cking nuts?

If only this were all a dream,
   That they weren't really on your team,
But when I rub my eyes I see,
   The awful, grim reality.
   I once held you high regard,
But now I'm prepping your petard.
   You've got the whole wide world perplexed,
I dread to think what happens next.