On the day after All Hallows’ Eve, a blood sugary idea to solve the myriad social and political problems facing the United States of America.
Mine is holistic in design. Accomplished in one swoop fell. No piecemeal, layaway plan. We bring the title in line with the body politic of the poem. The title of a country should carry meaning, a citizen should see it as truly representative of who we are, so how about calling ourselves the Un-United States of America? If the shoe fits, get a chapeau that matches the pants and trousers, tailor-made at the Mason-Dixon Line by the finest election deniers, is what I’m seeing in the mirror of our dilemma.
Steven V. Horton