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There once was a man named Trump,
Who felt his case was a dump,
Supreme Court gave a loss,
But he didn’t toss,
He vowed for a rehearing, not a slump.

There once was a man named Keith,
Who decried the use of AI beneath,
Generating nude images with skill,
Against people’s will,
A practice he deemed a foul breach.

There once was a thing with a name,
They changed it, but it’s all the same,
I’m not buying the lie,
My thoughts will not comply,
The new name won’t bring me fame.

There once was a law quite severe
On prediction markets, it’s clear
Creating or aiding
Was now a crime braid
No activities connected, we fear

There once was a lad named Colt Gray,
Charged as an adult one day.
At fourteen years old,
The story was told,
In court he would have to stay.

There once were some teachers, you see,
Who disapproved of sex dolls with glee.
Though the company was sister,
Officials insisted they’d missed her,
For Realbotix acts independently.

There once was a man named Marc Rosenblum
Thrilled to end ties with the government glum
He bid farewell with glee
To the current decree
A fresh start with hope has now come

There once was a teen so grim,
Killed two students and teachers on a whim,
His mother, in sorrow,
Promised a shrine to follow,
A tragic tale at Apalachee High School, so dim.

There once were conservatives who cared
For standards and decorum they shared
About how you act
And conduct in fact
Said Stephen A. Smith, who declared

There once was a host from Late Night,
Who highlighted things getting “weirder” in sight.
For the president he bombed,
Behind the podium he calmed,
On that strange and eventful night.