All alone with Brexit power

There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the PM to her MPs
There's too much Brexit confusion
I can't get a good deal
Businessmen, they whine and whine
The gammon riot in herds
They can tell I'm out of my mind
Nobody believes a word.

Your treason will get you indicted 
Her MPs unkindly spoke.
There are many here among us
Who feel your premiership is but a joke.
Your constant BS, we see through that
And your Brexit plan is fake.
Theresa stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late.

All alone with Brexit power
Theresa lies on cue. 
While all of Britain holds their breath
and most of Europe too.
Outside there's growing resistance,
at the Tories we scowl.
We know their end is approaching
and the gammon begin to howl.