Triggering Article 50 –

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Happiness is a warm gun, bang bang shoot shoot  (Lennon-McCartney)

 

A clicking sensation is going through her Trigger

Happy Finger, itching to pull.

Bang Bang.

 

No-one can hold a gun for long,

arms get tired, the finger suddenly jerks

Bang Bang, too late..

 

And why have a gun, in the first place, Mrs M,

the licencing officer asks,

and can I see your safe cupboard,

and where you keep the key.

 

This isn’t America,

even though we are in the era of the post-truth.

 

It sparks, you know, a trigger.

Sparks a recollection, begins

the trauma all over again,

the falling pound, the depression.

Even Plato could see the way democracy

turns to tyranny.

 

Whose finger is on your trigger Mrs M,

Who believes they can do you no harm?