To the tune of Eleanor Rigby [poem]

Oliver Letwin

Ah, look at all the lonely voters

Ah, look at all the lonely voters

Oliver Letwin sits in the chair in room where a meeting has been

Lives in a dream

Waits for an answer, wearing the face that he stole from a child by the door

Who is it for?

All the lonely voters

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely voters

Where do they all belong?

Andrea Leadsom promising sunshine and God and a life without fear

No one comes near

Look at her flirting, teasing the Tories at home as they blue rinse their hair

What does she care?

All the lonely voters

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely voters

Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely voters

Ah, look at all the lonely voters

Our referendum gave us the chance to decide and to allocate blame

Nobody came

All of the experts wiping the dirt from their hands as they walk from the grave

No one was saved

All the lonely voters (Ah, look at all the lonely voters)

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely voters (Ah, look at all the lonely voters)

Where do they all belong?

[If there's a photo down here it was added August 2017 as part of blog refresh.  Photo is either mine or is linked to where I found it. Make of either what you will.]