The life-long Loser who keeps losing
Ups abuse, inciting more bruising.
So one fool dying to be famous—
Steals the prize as world ignoramus.
When idiocy fuels ignorance,
Collapse frames global belligerence.
When Loser stinks his ignoble name,
The future fixes the family shame.
The engine for this suicidal pace—
MAGA converts all “wins” to disgrace;
Psychopaths dying to be well known,
Concoct their own demonic throne.
The Trump con—to make the baddest splash,
To rattle all, but not burn or crash;
Yet failed branding, most transient treasure,
Lets fickle fate decide your measure.
Historians love earth-shaking scoops,
Quick to spot monumental whoops:
But making fame the goal of life
Appalls the world, igniting strife.
If doing ill is why one was born,
No shock when millions pile on scorn.
Though daring MAGA lies seem tidal,
Denying outcomes suicidal.
Beware deviants who idolize fame
And fix repute to their big con game;
That tempts fate to stun with reversal,
Ironic farce made universal.
One’s gift of life, like an asteroid,
Burns out, cold, dark and void;
How weak to waste precious life force,
Aboard a delusional hobbyhorse.
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