At the bottom of a Glass 

At the bottom of my glass lie the dregs of disappointment. 

Sad to have drained the rest, regretting the first sip. 

Drowned in a feeling, bursting through the surface to sleep 

A gentle breath on the other side, such consolation 

If it were full, half drunk or empty it didn’t kill us 

And the rhythm of my wheezing breath 

Tears its way out of heaving lungs 

Through acid scorched throat 

Into a stuffy room made good 

By a gentle sleeping thing. 

Nigel Farage to resign as Ukip leader

Hardly a surprise this is the second if not the third time Nigel Farage has resigned as leader of UKIP, and he is the latest arsonist to flee the blaze.

Boris Johnson did much the same when he ruled himself out of the race to become conservative Party leader and prime minister. Like upset toddlers the pro brexit bastards create a terrible mess and soil themselves leaving other weary adults to clean it up.

This is British politics at its most irresponsible and deplorable. I would say that Theresa May will be the one to clean this up,  but she may never get rid of the stains on her hands from doing so.

 I cannot write much more about this at the present time, it makes me feel to physically ill. All I shall say is Nigel Farage has the charisma of a damp rag, and the appearance of an emaciated toad proudly squatting in a puddle of British tears.