For the most part, the end of this movie is a fine cinematic representation of the kind of finger-snapping, whistling optimism the majority of Americans feel about the next four years.

Here are some poems.

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I.

Onward through the haze
Down and down the narrow throat
Toward our bleak endings

II.

Stuck in eldritch Hell
Antsy folks bite the bullet
Miss the final shot

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