What do you think this poem is talking about, besides cheese and America?

The link brings me to "the page cannot be found," but thank God, anywhere you go in America, there is always American Cheese. It's the proverbial big brick for food surplus to the needy....the perfect comfort food, when all else fails. What is happiness without American cheese....the good old grilled cheese sandwich is at the heart of America. And don't forget Apple pie with American cheese!