John Stetson Poet Epic

'Twas pt 1

Post the Nightmare of Xmus – "We need back our man.
Tesla's a mess.  It burns throughout the land."

"But I'm only just one quarter way through the year.
There's lots I have planned that will make MAGA cheer.
Ever since I hoisted that magical saw
The chain of reactions has become the law.
When He lays down the law the house becomes quiet.
And if you thought that might cause some to riot, just try it!
Take it on up, elevate it Old Sport.
Cause he owns the supremely partisan court."

"Doesn't matter how shocking, the stockholders said.
Soon the stocking you'll hold's at the foot of your bed.
There'll be rocks in your stocking as black as the night.
And rockets exploding be your only light." 

"All right, he said, fin'ly,  I'm coming back home.
But this'll cost you.  Remember that Rome
Took more than one day.  I'll set this ship back upRight.
I'll bid the Whiter-Than-You House, 'Good night.'"

So he got in that red Tesla on the ellipse.
Cause the pick-up won't start.  It's just one of those slips.

But making America Grate soldiered on
And the dawn's early light had just broke on the Lawn
As the sound of construction equipment appeared
And what to those blundering eyes should be near
To the place where proclamations spew forth
"High heels will not stumble as long as I'm around."
And the grumble and rumble soon tore up the ground.

"Gather ye rose-buds for it's only May.
I've lots of my time left to be making hay.
Scatter the petals on my royal path.
Crossing the Boss will bring on royal wrath.
I have plans and demands that you won't understand."
As he looked to the East with a wave of his hand

And east is the way we should all look for wealth.
Cause that is the source of all financial health
When we have exhausted the bankers at hand
And ev'ry real credit line throughout the land
And all of the friends that we used to hold dear
Exhausting and fostering in them all the fear
That we'll also be paving o'er them as we go
Down our merry way to what's waiting below
They'll lay down before us in chorus they'll wail
Cause they all know that in the end dollars prevail

Meanwhile the stock market climbs rung by rung
"That's all we should care about," claims the rust tongue.
"South Carerdddd." he texted
Even his own excuseplainers were bested
"Damn the phonemic paraphasia, they said.
Full speed (in some direction) the sled.
Christmas is coming it comes ev'ry year.
Nothing will stop it" they said with a sneer.
" By the time it rolls round we'll have done what we wanted.

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