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

 

E.

 

 

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