The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung”
How fitting it was! What coincidence?
Why come across Sir Scott’s verse
In the midst of the longest shutdown
Under the tyrannical yellow clown?
Let the people suffer! Who are they anyway?
They who believed in economic miracles?
Miracles that bite and hurt
Through tariffs and job cuts.
Let the people suffer! Who are they anyway?
They who believed in economic miracles?
Miracles through tax credits, subsidies, contracts
For those whose backs the clown needs to scratch.
Let the people suffer! Who are they anyway?
They who believed in economic miracles?
Miracles for Argentina. For billionaire allies.
Sorry... Not for American farmers? So vile!
Let the people suffer! Who are they anyway?
They who believed in economic miracles?
Miracles in the East Wing. A new ballroom?
A Great Gatsby dance? For common people?
Let the people suffer! Who are they anyway??
They who believed in economic miracles?
Miracles for tech, cryptocurrency, AI giants
With whom the clown invests and connives.
Voters were blinded. Some are blind still.
“Conflict of interest” they know not until
All’s empty: Fridge. Gas tank. Mind and body.
While the clown plays golf. Isn’t that funny?
You’re welcome to dance in the new ballroom.
Just be careful not to trip and hurt yourself
For you have no health insurance coverage!
MLJ10112025WhySoBlind?
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