When votes are checked in village halls,
I hope they see my cock and balls.
I tried my best to take a side,
But in the end I realised
That leave or stay is much the same,
The markets by another name.
But wait, they cry, you stupid boy,
Your ballot paper’s not a toy!
If you don’t vote, you can’t complain,
Can’t share our joy or ease our pain.
So now I sit here full of shame,
My protest just feels somewhat lame.
My gesture to democracy
Is more than simple apathy.
There’s anger in my childish scrawl,
And not just at your campaign brawl.
The system doesn’t care for us,
Now put that on your battle bus!
In or out, the end’s the same,
We lose, you win, you’ve rigged the game.