Magee's provocative assemblage of politics, satire, and sacred cow-tipping turns the stream of American vernacular full-force on pretension, fairytale fascism, and lazy ideology in all its slick guises. Hymns for a broken polis, urging hope via sheer verbal glee: "Wipe your stigmata on my pantisocracy." Outstripped, perhaps, by the author's newest collection, My Emily Dickinson.