Stupid prank. Fire the low life’s and move on.
Bublboi
The market went bonkers, it dropped like a rock, Over sixteen hundred points—oh what a shock! It tumbled and fumbled, a slippery slide, Because tariffs were coming—nowhere to hide!
Trump stood tall with a confident grin, Said, “We’re slicing and dicing the trouble within. The U.S. is sick, but surgery’s grand, We’ll heal it with tariffs, just like I planned!”
Ten percent here and much more for some, Especially China—oh boy, did that stun! The EU got whacked, investors all fled, They stared at their screens full of panic and dread.
“The world’s been unfair,” the president cried, “They’ve taken our cookies, our candy, our pride! Then stocks took a dive and the markets darkly turned, And Trump pulled a Nero and golfed while Rome burned.
Oh, the choices are grim! Oh, the choices are bad! The choices we have are just terribly sad! It’s neolib smiles or a jackboot that kicks, A terrible choice—what a horrible fix.
But wait! Do not sulk! Do not sigh! Do not stew! There’s plenty, oh plenty, oh plenty to do!
We’ll challenge the rich! We’ll shatter their lie. We’ll not let the fascists take us for a ride! We’ll make the elite shake and shiver with fear— Oh, change can be coming, and change can start here!
Oh, the choices are grim! Oh, the choices are bad! The choices we have are just terribly sad! The rich and the mighty, they sit and they scheme, But fixing the mess? Oh, that’s just a dream!
But wait! Do not sulk! Do not sigh! Do not stew! There’s plenty, oh plenty, oh plenty to do!
We’ll care for the land! We’ll stand side by side! We’ll not let the fascists take us for a ride! We’ll make the elite shake and shiver with fear— Oh, change can be coming, and change can start here!
A .I. D-generated