Elon Musk, you're such a husky rat,

Who peddles a truck shaped like a box,

Coaxing your foolish fans to buy

A contraption trapped in poor design.

Yet you deign to deny its flaws,

A vehicle unable to

Take one from point A to B,

A failure in transportation.

Beyond your flimsy, clunky craft,

You deemed it necessary

To crown yourself as Twitter's king,

Then slashed its name with an X,

Believing it would bring you gold -

Yet profits never took their hold.

You raised the salute of the Third Reich,

Thinking it was haute to do,

But the people did not share your thought,

And scorned you for your view.

Now you seek to pilfer wealth,

From the U.S. without a care,

As we, the people, hope and fight,

For democracy laid bare.

Thus, the people take their stand,

To sever ties, to turn away,

Boycotting all your greedy hands,

And cutting off the stream of pay.

Ah, Tung! Dear Elon the rat,

As you throw the salute, beware -

Your grip is slipping, your empire cracks,

A crumbling fate laid bare.

For now the world can truly see,

The rat you are, the greed you breed.