Cathartic reflex

Yesterday I had a rant
And then I felt much better:
Cathartic reflex, cant on cant,
In every naughty letter.

Later on the guilt set in:
How mean! How rude I wrote!
But quickly too, forgave myself,
For venting at the dumbass rote.

When clichés are the USP
Of Brexit motive and defence,
There can be no surprise to see
A furiously ripe contempt.

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