For the Americans


You've made your own bed

Now lie in it

Fifty-nine million shovels

Have dug their own pit


If the blind lead the blind

You're deaf and dumb too

Slow-cooking your children

In climate-change stew


So go on, gluttons

Ignore all the signs

Take a cowboy for Fuhrer

And dream of End Times


You've flouted the planet

Re-elected your man

He'll still be in office

When the shit hits the fan










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