Musk, the Husk of Truth
Over breakfast of tea, cheese and rusk,
I mused on the great guy, Elon Musk.
Faced with shoddy service
We shout, losing our bliss
And forget before day turns to dusk.
He’d buy the bad service
Lose none of precious peace,
Not in core, truth today lies in husk.
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Happenings (Tongue-in-cheek) |08.04.2022|
Poet’s note: How great is it to be Elon Musk, the richest man on Earth! Faced with bad service, feeling helpless we shout on phone, an impotent cry. But Musk would think of buying up all of the business with bad service! That is what he did with Tweeter for a few billions in cash! Some billionaires can live in a glass house and throw stones as well.
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