Monday, 14 November 2016

About the golden door...

The prospectus sounds great:
Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
But, huddled masses, please note:

  1. That golden door opens onto a crooked billionaire 's penthouse and is strictly off limit to bums like you.
  2. Only kidding about the storied pomp - we're totally cool with that stuff.
  3. Just in case you start getting any ideas, the golden door is guarded by these two characters and they ain't letting nobody in:
Now go back where you came from, losers, we got a wall to build.

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