the day all the good little boys and girls get to flee from their tyrannical countries
which are unsafe, underserved, and riddled with dirty air water and old men.
bring me your bags of cash the statue says
which oil company do you work for asks the survey
charlie cant read, but his driver can and fills out the paperwork
gets his hand stamped,
tips the doorman
and voila: americano.
when you run the country like a business
your closets become stuffed with receipts.