There once was a strategist bold,
Who despised the man he’d been told,
“I hate the son of a bitch,
His actions make me twitch,”
His feelings were fierce and quite old.
There once was a law in the country,
Setting a benchmark for other states, quite humbly.
It was the first of its kind,
A new standard to find,
In the realm of legal scrutiny.
There once was a man named Habba
Who secured a pardon for a dollar
$50 million he’d get
From the billionaire he met
In the world of politics, a scholar
A president loved renaming things,
Tried his hand at a hurricane fling,
But the storm did not care,
And continued to tear,
Leaving destruction in its wild swing.
There once was a president bold
Whose actions were quite uncontrolled
The Post said with a shout
He’d blow the GOP out
The Wall Street Journal’s opinion was cold
There once was a man named Feinberg,
Who clashed with the president, the berg.
In the Oval Office fight,
He stood for what was right,
The Independent’s shining star, Feinberg.
There once was a man named Bush,
Who found Paxton and Trump quite a rush.
He was deeply troubled,
By all those who doubled,
Their support for these men with a hush.
There once was a woman who claimed,
Seven students had left her ashamed,
At a fraternity house,
She felt disbelief douse,
When her story was questioned and maimed.
There once was a man named Musk, so clever,
Who said, “Conventional currency will not matter”
For when robots and space travel soar,
Our money will be digital galore,
In the future, our wealth will be greater.
There once was a colleague, Jemele Hill,
Who said of the president with a chill,
“He won’t be my guest,
For he’s not the best,
And my dinner, he never will fill.”