A man, with his nose, quite the feat,
Typed records with snot and saliva, so neat,
Faster than light,
In a curious sight,
Nose on keyboard, his victory complete!
There once were CEOs, stars so bright,
There once were CEOs, stars so bright,
With paychecks reaching an extraordinary height,
While workers toil away,
With little pay, day by day,
“Eat the rich!” the people cry, in the fight.
In the world of stocks, a trend took flight,
In the world of stocks, a trend took flight,
GameStop’s rise soared to astonishing height,
A meme stock reborn,
With profits adorn,
Investors cheered, what a sight!
A Madonna fan with skin adorned
A Madonna fan with skin adorned,
Tattoos of her, oh so adorned.
From head to the toe,
Her likeness does show,
In ink, her obsession’s reborn.
At ninety, he still takes the wheel
At ninety, he still takes the wheel,
In his truck, he finds life’s appeal.
While others may scoff,
He won’t trade it off,
For him, driving’s the ultimate zeal.
In traffic’s chaotic dance hall
In traffic’s chaotic dance hall,
Diamond interchanges stand tall.
With bridges they’re kissed,
As roads intertwist,
Guiding cars, one and all.
In a Thai town, chaos did brew
In a Thai town, chaos did brew,
Marauding monkeys, a troublesome crew.
Lock them up, they decree,
Send them far out to sea,
Peace restored, the townsfolk pursue.
In Tennessee, a twisted charade
In Tennessee, a twisted charade,
Racist cops in the shadows played.
A year they did wait,
To sling charges, their hate,
Justice delayed, but not swayed.
In Westeros, where plots twist and turn
In Westeros, where plots twist and turn,
George RR Martin’s words, fans yearn.
But Hollywood’s embrace,
Brings a different pace,
As they stray, the fans start to discern.
Adaptations, they claim, need a tweak,
But George, with a sigh, starts to speak:
“They forsake what’s true,
For a new point of view,
And the essence they constantly seek.”
So heed the author’s wise advice,
Stick close to the source, don’t roll the dice.
For when trust is lost,
At a terrible cost,
The fans’ love turns to cold as ice.
In Korea, a tale of dismay
In Korea, a tale of dismay,
Trash-filled balloons drift in the fray.
With each poop-filled flight,
It’s a smelly plight,
A situation, oh so cliche.
North’s antics, a stinky affair,
Sending dung through the crisp, clean air.
South’s patience wears thin,
As the odors begin,
A diplomacy gone beyond repair.