That was a joke, every day is a
sliding glacier, while headlines
patiently sit on coffee tables.
Americans Sour on Trade.
Banks Keep Failing,
No End
In Sight.
War Dims Hopes For Peace.
War Dims Hopes For Peace.
The leaves are sounding
their horns, the muffled
wind whistles a dirge,
and a surge of crumpled
bills goes down the drain.
The millionaires have
all been warned.
And we'll forever be
at Threat Level Orange.
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