Poem: America? Mate, It’s Fucked.

America? Mate, it’s fucked. (It’s being run

into the ground by a lunatic). It’s got no chance

for decades now. Maybe longer. (It might never

come back from this). So hug your pop-culture

tight and remember what you loved best from that

place and think about the good folks you know (and

maybe love) that still reside there. Think often of

how they’re doing and i…