The Globalist
by Brian
The Globalist puts arsenic in your tea and lead in your pencil.
The Globalist rounds up infants at night and returns them with chips in their heads.
The Globalist has always been at war with you.
The Globalist tells you no; you may not have your steel belted radials, now either go off and die or lend a hand with this circus tent.
The Globalist knows you will come to love him, as he once did.
God damn the Globalist for not making me an offer.