There once was a woman named Griffin,
Who criticized conservatives for living
In a world of narratives they seek,
To support the jersey they speak,
After a shooting left them all reeling.
There once was a Late Night host so keen,
Tearing apart claims with a sheen.
About the deadly shooting,
In Minnesota, disputing,
His words cut through the screen.
There once was a president bold,
Who declared to The Times, truth be told,
“It’s the only thing
That can stop me,” he’d sing,
As his power he fiercely controlled.
There once was a space iconic
Where plans for a story second were chronic
The ballroom’s height
Was debated that night
At a meeting public and ironic
There once was a star known for skill,
But an accident gave him a thrill,
His gold medal dreams,
Now torn at the seams,
At the Winter Games, he must fulfill.
There once was a woman from Minneapolis,
Shot dead by an ICE officer, oh what a mess.
Anger and outrage on the streets,
Protests and demands for justice beats,
Her death causing much distress.
There once was a man named Bump
Who fought back tears with a thump
While explaining the shooting
In Minnesota, so shocking
It hit him hard like a thump
There once was an ICE agent from Minneapolis,
Who caused a commotion with one fatal miss,
After a shooting so tragic,
The incident was quite magic,
In a city full of shock and distress.
There once was a former veep so sly,
Who seemed to agree, by and by,
With the president’s prediction,
For a House election,
If Dems win, the White House might cry.
Avelo’s union made it plain
Flying ICE would bring nothing but pain
To the airline, they knew
Their concerns were all true
Now management sees they weren’t insane