MY COUNTRY 'TIS OF THEE
What a disaster. What slavery. What chains.
The ale is in the alehouse, the remote is up your
ass. Where is that? It's everywhere. Xavier now
has catacomb eyes and an X-Box head. He's shaped
into a brainless meringue of fluff. The corners of each
Saturday morning are his to clean. Condom factories
and recall-car-shops, the only things working overtime.
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