new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel.
 Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel all American dignitaries and issue a nation-wide travel advisory for any others left inside. 
Nowhere [bad word]  Nowhere to hide. 
The burned out shells of south-bound traffic lay strewn along a cold stretch of would-be interstate.
 Still visible below their charred remains: Pax Americana plates. 
Your stupid [bad word] laser-pucks™ were just the start.
 And while you may stand six full cubits and a span, we got a shepherd’s sling and five stones in our hand and the battle of 1812 lives in our hearts.
 We don’t care if we’re destroyed. We’ll never capitulate. We’ll take the whole [bad word] world down with us in flames. Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm. 
We got a good 15 years left ‘til the United We Stand murals on West Broadway finally fade and we wave good-bye to such sad, childish refrains.
 Replaced with other stupid lullabies like you can have my guns when you pry them from my cold dead hands. 
Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.