Sorry, the coastline is closed today, but we can accommodate
you offshore. Our stevedores will help carry your belongings.
This way please for a complimentary spray of DDT. No jewels
allowed in quarantine, leave them with me, but when you’re free,
we’ll give you a house with a chain-link fence, an orange grove
and an AK-47. Forget where you came from, forget history.
It never happened, OK? We need soldiers on the front line.
Of course we can coexist. We say potato, they say potato.
We give them their own ghetto. Listen, sometimes you need
to dance with whoever is on the dance floor, which means,
sometimes you need to drive large numbers of their people
in a truck across the dark. A few may die, but then ask,
If I’m not for me, who is? It’s absolutely forbidden to touch
the women’s knickers. If things go awry (shit happens),
better to dump their bodies in the desert. No drowning allowed
on international TV. No talking about jasmine-scented streets
either. Understand friend, the conscience is a delicate broth.
Sometimes it feels good to be bad. Step over this field of bones.
Here’s where the wall is going to go. If you’re not happy,
you can leave, but tell the world we’re building a new country.
Entry is free and we welcome all!
Photograph © Rookuzz..