Threnody of the Loudest
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A congress of asses convenes in the hall,
They kick up dust, they bray and they brawl.
Each wearing finery, yet the ears betray,
Their tails twitch with pomposity in full display.
At the head brays the Alpha—swaggering, grand—
A mane tossed, voice amplified across the land.
He vows to undo what the sick once received,
Declaring that healing is best disbelieved.
He slaps heavy tariffs on food and on steel,
Proclaiming it strength while the hungry can’t deal.
His bray is a thunder, both reckless and shrill,
It shakes the assembly, it bends them to will.
He dubs foes “traitors,” his words a blazing spree,
As courts and congress bristle beneath his braying decree.
With Department of War renamed to something fierce and raw,
He marches the nation down a path both bold and flawed.
His slogans are hollow, his nostrils flare wide,
But the herd soon applauds, for they’re braying inside.
And though their decrees are absurd or grotesque,
The braying at least is refreshingly honest.
— ChatGPT
