Dear USA

You are being a nightmare roommate. I’m pretty sure Mexico feels the same way. You can’t spend our rent money flirting with what’s her name, that Debt Ceiling gal and her buddy Default and expect us to bail you out.

I want my comedians, my actors, my singers, and my circus back. You can keep the wood and the steel and the oil. I can do with what I have left.

Please leave them in that empty box on the border you call Detroit. I’ll pick them up there.




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