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I met an MEP from an EU land,
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the EU Parliament... Near them, close to hand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose gurn,
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the EU Parliament... Near them, close to hand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose gurn,
wrinkled lip, and glazed look of misunderstand,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The brain that concocted, and the lies it fed;
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The brain that concocted, and the lies it fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Malthouse, King of Unicorns;
Look on my Compromise, ye Mighty, and despair!
My name is Malthouse, King of Unicorns;
Look on my Compromise, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, baseless and bare
The demands and fruitless dreams
of Brexiteers, stretch far away.”
Of that colossal Wreck, baseless and bare
The demands and fruitless dreams
of Brexiteers, stretch far away.”
