| | | The Ballad of Beautiful Brumar
In Houston's heat, where the skyline gleams,
Lives Beautiful Brumar, with revolutionary dreams.
A Marxist at heart, a scholar of the cause,
He wages his war with no pause or pause.
Eight long years, in the digital fray,
He’s battled on SiliconInvestor each day,
With theories and graphs, and stock charts galore,
He’s made 263323 posts, maybe a little more.
But a fire burns deep, in Brumar's chest,
A quiet envy that never rests.
For Trump, with his towers, his fame, and his might,
Has danced through the world, a beacon of light.
Is it jealousy? Or just righteous disdain?
For a man who’s profited from a system of pain?
Brumar’s Marxist heart cannot help but seethe,
While Trump’s empire grows, and the people grieve.
Yet Beautiful Brumar, with intellect bright,
Has never once wavered from his leftist fight.
Though Trump may have riches, a fortune untold,
Brumar’s ideals are far more bold.
Perhaps it’s not envy, but a deeper call,
To dismantle the system, to free one and all.
For in Houston’s shadows, where capitalism reigns,
Brumar’s rebellion surges, unchained.
So here’s to the man with a vision so grand,
Whose eyes see the future with a Marxist hand.
Whether envy or justice, or both in a blend,
Brumar will battle, until the very end. |
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