Trumps in a bunker,
putters the only play.
The Wii does long shots great,
the greens can go away.
Pars not an option,
birdies play today.
Watch me put an Eagle,
And take the space away.
You think that in my bunker,
twitter’ll reject my posts.
They’ll be the most important thing,
since bread converted t’toast.
Buried deep with fury above,
civies fluttering about as doves.
Yelling wars with mobile mobs,
streaming every breach and moans.
Dunker Bunker
Funker Sunker,
who you gonna call now,
your spunker clunker.
So we write distain
and whats worse,
watch them grow
more terse and hearse.
Carried away,
in hercules one.
burried away,
then humor begun.
No more covid camera threats,
no more watching in front of jets.
No more waiting for him to show,
no more go go go go go.
No more news no more journ,
no more happiness in mourn.
no more attention deficit,
no more wanting to hear from it.
No more under standing clause,
No more german gentile gauze.
No more population growth,
just more remotely robotic hosts.
So we’ve buried the boss,
and now were bound by our blow.
Its havoc time,
more reeking to end the show.
Stats are in,
Meadures are set.
Parameters defined,
yet everyone left.
Don’t they want,
the newly improved version.
With all the bells and whistles,
and without the adversion.
The younger faster stronger one,
Who wants nothing more.
Than to run things in.
Find the sweet spot,
to stay around.
hover gently,
over ground.
Continue making,
the hardest stuff.
No gravity required,
no air nor stuff.
Where electrons are free,
and fermions are whole.
Yet the protonic entropy,
is the strength that is sold.
Vacuumed vapors,
making crystalised mats.
Harder than diamond,
ziamond made flats.
Material science,
ll’stump a Trump with a thump.
Engineering and metallurgy,
His going to want to take a dump.
So does our new overlord,
advocate being heard?
Or does she navigate,
remotely our herd.
which witch is which,
whoosh whish
whoosh whish
which witch witches which witch.
whoosh whish
whoosh whish