behold the musk-robinson, as it slinks through the night,
with eyeballs clenched and megaphone tight.
it tweets and it cackles, it sets off the flares,
and governments quiver, all trembling with fright.

it prowls the hot takes, it crunches the lies,
it devours the secrets with hungry, cold eyes.
it gnashes on corruption, it feasts on deceit,
and swallows it down with a scandalous tweet.

“he’s inciting rebellion! he’s spreading despair!”
the ministers wail, ripping out their hair.
“he memes with abandon! he posts without care!
he’s riling the masses—he’s everywhere!”

but ssh. what’s that? a buzz, a hum?
quick, lock the screens! oh no—he’s come!
go block his account! unplug the feed!
go, now, hurry! take the lead!

no stop! too late! he’s worming in!
quick, yank the wires!
hush now—he’s within!

he slithered right in through a half-open gate,
oh, look at that smirk, that grin—it’s too late!
it's torn back our curtains—we’re naked behind