Come gather round, children.
There’re stories to tell.
My time here is finite.
And yours a springwell.
We shall talk Beowulf
Grendel, his foe—
We shall talk Shakespeare 
And Normans 
And Rome.

And we shall talk England 
And harbors of tea.
A great many things
Have I to tell thee.

So come gather round let me tell you a tale
Of George Washington and the beginning of Hell.
Founded by Tyrants. Enforcèd by fear.
All of us mindless and trapped fucking here.
Try to expatriate, then you will see.
They lie to you you have to pay to be free.