ode to mackeller
I love a sunburnt country a land that's
stuck in time, where legislators are corrupt, but everyone is doing
fine. Where the best are stripped of subsidy, and health belongs to
all, but if you can pay you get a little more. There is a queue
between mouth and hand and another at the shores of this fair land.
Je parle un peu 'strayan; crickey blue strike a light and streuth,
but it helps me none so I prefer to stay aloof.