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 Washington’s teeth 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.