RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: MUSK
The Bust
The man who bought the president
Who won the people’s trust
Who became a White House resident
Has gone from boom to bust
He wishes he had never worn
That silly MAGA hat
He’ll curse the day the thought was born
How could he think of that?
He was the richest man on earth
He wears that title still
He lost so much of what he’s worth
He’ll take the bitter pill
Tesla was his golden baby
It never could go wrong
Will it recover? Who knows? Maybe
Its forecast is less than strong
It’s time for fortune’s star to fade
On the man who had a vision
Despite the fortune that he made
It all ended in derision
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