Some lives are locked up so tight
Devoid the might to get outside
Each step forward is a fight
With no respite nor place to hide
Some consumed by appetite
Another bite, one more backslide
Those subsumed as acolyte
The words recite, the gods decide
For some folks, things go just right
Even despite fortune’s divide
Some loads are extremely light
To expedite the easy ride
A lucky few get life’s invite
To their delight they’re asked inside
As oligarch or socialite
When you are white, doors open wide
Even the gentle, brusque
Inflation in vanity
Into the mirror busk
Political profanity
Fascism’s empty husk
The fall of humanity
Comes with a scent of Musk
Accumulate the resource
To enslave the master race
Paradise no recourse
Lebensraum in space
Realize no remorse
Reveal not a trace
Reality divorce
Regrets in lower case
Though he still is boring
He hasn’t lost his mine
With Jeff and Jizzlane whoring
Thirteen a fine aged whine
Locked in the stocks he’s scoring
He’s first in the breadline
His breathless fans imploring
“Make me your concubine”
Spurred by false urbanity
Into the smartphone busk
Craven Christianity
Dead by dawn or dusk
The call of inhumanity
Comes with a scent of Musk
Tesla saw power for all
To illuminate the dim
Elon sees all power
As exclusively for him
Though this fairy-tale view
Is nothing short of grim
He is but a chubby cherub
Coveting the seraphim
To be king would be nice
Better to be a god
Flesh has limitations
Unlimited is fraud
Profit motivation
Assures product slipshod
Market ministrations
Make it shine beyond façade
The rise of insanity
Even the gentle, brusque
Inflation in vanity
Into the mirror busk
Political profanity
Fascism’s empty husk
The fall of humanity
Comes with a scent of Musk
A rise in inanity
White walrus without tusk
Spurred by false urbanity
Into the ether busk
Craven Christianity
Dead by dawn or dusk
The call of inhumanity
Comes with a scent of Musk
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