one of the last colonies
counting us, of course, 'Wealas' :
the land of the foreigner.
What you see on camera
is him talking EU referendum
next to a carrot-munching macaque,
finest inhabitant of that tax-haven.
Forget the rich, more-Brit-than-Brit
species peering down from balconies
waving Union Jacks and sipping tea,
snortling at those dreadful Spaniards.
This macaque's on a level with my son,
who has sun-bathed with aardvaarks,
interrupted the frog-march of Farage
and elephantine ego of Donald Trump.
What you don't observe on camera
is the thrusting poke of the ape's finger
sending his words like boulders
falling off the edge of the Empire.