A Man Called Musk
There's a sick little man named Musk
Whose words we should mistrust
Sowing division
Is his life's mission
I hope one day he goes bust.
Said Elon to the reporter
Little children I do not slaughter
My boss has a need
So to feed his greed
I just make the poor much poorer.
But little does Elon know
There’s a place where the soulless go
All that money and wealth
Can’t buy mental health
For he will reap just what he sows.
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