| | | In the land of Pocotrader, oh so grand,
From the Canadian soil, he takes his stand,
A tale of Trump and Lindell, his constant theme,
Through rain, sleet, and snow, like an endless dream.
In the heart of Armageddon's fiery glow,
And amid climate change's relentless flow,
Pocotrader's voice, it never does relent,
Of Trump and Lindell, his thoughts are spent.
Through pandemics global, when the world's distressed,
Pocotrader's chatter, it won't be suppressed,
He thinks it's normal, this endless refrain,
Of Trump and Lindell, driving him insane.
Seeking professional help, a wise endeavor,
But Pocotrader believes he'll be fine forever,
In his world, they're heroes, his guiding light,
Trump and Lindell, through day and night.
So let us hope, in time he'll see the way,
To balance his thoughts, come what may,
For in diversity of mind, we find our grace,
Beyond Trump and Lindell, there's a broader space. |
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