Elon Musk, a fraud, like Duffer Trump, Two sides of a coin, in shadows they slump. Men like them dream of kids in the grind, Factories, sites, where youth's hopes are confined.

They'd lower consent, let kings rise anew, Divine rights reborn, their vision askew. Yarvin's epigone, their muse in the dark, Leading the lost with a cynical spark.

Duffer Trump, a hack, a joke since ྅, By ྕ, his flaws plain to see. Yet men like these lift fiends to the skies, Fund Epstein's ilk, where innocence dies.

He wasn't the first, won't be the last, In Trump Tower's shade, grim secrets amassed. Yinz dodge the truth when cameras gleam, Hiding the rot in their gilded scheme.

Men must be better, rise above the fray, No logic, no sense, in their empty display. Duffer and Musk, no vision, no spark, Just family money, stumbling blind in the dark.

No reason, no rationale, no original thought, Their hollow words with corruption fraught. Men must be better, with hearts that are true, To break this cycle, to build something new.