Brexit, by ChatGPT

 I coaxed GPT-3 into writing this ditty on Brexit.  Those who know assure me that GPT-4 would have done much better.

Amidst the Isles, a tempest doth arise, A nation's fate hangs in a balance dire, As Brexit looms, the future's shadow lies, And discontentment rages like a fire.

The voters spoke, a cry for sovereignty, To cast aside the shackles of the EU, But little thought was given to the gravity, Of severing ties with a union so true.

Now chaos reigns, uncertainty abounds, As negotiations flounder and stall, And fears of economic downturns, Cast a pall over the land once proud and tall.

The border issue, an unyielding thorn, With Ireland caught in the crossfire's aim, And many wonder if the day will dawn, When peace is shattered, and war becomes flame.

The Scots and Welsh, their patience wears thin, As England stumbles on a solo path, Their voices drowned amidst the Brexit din, Their hopes and dreams lost in the aftermath.

And yet, one man seems immune to the strife, His tousled hair and bumbling charm hold sway, A master of deceit and political life, Boris Johnson leads his nation astray.

His lies and bluster echo through the halls, As he peddles his vision of a global power, But to many, it rings hollow and falls, A desperate bid to save his own tower.

And so, the people wait with bated breath, As Brexit draws near with no end in sight, And some may wish to see the day of reckoning met, With Boris Johnson's head upon a pike.


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