This constant pain I'm trying to enjoy
It makes me feel hard, stereotypical
Meat-headed, stoic, uncomplaining boy
That's not how it should be, but it is still
How we're expected heroically to deal
Like some old black and white World War film, those
Well-spoken dashing pilots in their full
Furry collar and helmet, as plane goes
Down into the water, you'll hear no curse
Cos little boys must copy, and destroy
Or be destroyed without complaint, their role
When their time comes. Meanwhile, the Brexit purse
Is looking somewhat empty. They employed
This old thought process, and the fools were fooled
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