The cuts were more popular when voters
didn’t hear the word “Musk.” They hate
his voice; his face; and they abbreviate
all that’s wrong by naming this self-promoter,
who whirs and whines like an electric motor,
who’s fool’s fortune and fortune’s foolish fate,
self-bought and sold, and soon, one prays, self-late.
First lost the Libs, and now the beautiful boater—
those whom the gods destroy they first make mad
online, bullshit-besotted, dumb lie-beset,
wretched victim of his own twit-filled milieu:
Nazi-curdled loser, absent dad;
Stammering Stürmer soaked in cocaine sweat;
goodbye, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu.