Why Widen? Or how I learned to fear the horizon.

Seafare well
in the
Safety
of your
Well.

Oh Captain, my Captain,
may I say
you look
Mightily Majestic
with your Boots
not fitting
in that Bucket,
and you know
what they say
about men
with big feet…

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The International Nationalists and United Fanatics Anthem

Unity through Selfishness.
Responsible Ignorance.
Safe Violence.

Everyone Salute your local most Flag,
and sing along:

‘Every man for himself,
get a gun,
shoot yourself in the foot.’

And may the Massive Spiritual Step-Daddy
in the Sky
forever bless these
Not-Quite United Nation States
of
Eat-the-Cake-and-Keep-it-too,
for Me and Mine
and No One else
must surely be
his favorite
Bastards.

Remember?

Remember that weekend we got away
just the two of us
and we were arguing the whole time?
Remember when we went on vacation
to catch some sun on the beach
and it was raining the entire week?
Weren’t those some of the best times of our lives?

Listen. Remember this song?
How we used to fucking hate it?
Let’s dance and sing along!
We do know all the words by heart.

Remember how great everything used to be
when we were young?
Before all of that and all of them.
I don’t care what they say,
if it weren’t for all of that and all of them
it could still be like that,
because, you know,
nostalgia.

Nostalgia.
Is.
A Powerful Thing.

Ey, why am I wearing these rose-colored glasses?
I don’t Remember putting them on.