Trump Musk

Subtlety is not an option

An aggressive fragrance: vanity and greed

Are evident immediately, though notes of

Despair vie for sovereignty with distinct

Manic, megalomaniacal muskiness

Which lingers as you approach the burned

Butter and scorched earth finish

If machines run amok had a fragrance

This would be it

Emergencies are not supposed to be routine

But you will experience one every time you

So much as look at the vulgar gold bottle

Which seems half empty right after you pay

It is designed to be voice activated

Artificially intelligent, it sprays itself

And you, of course

Sometimes erratically

Experimental compounds in this cologne

Can augment fertility

While compromising depth perception

And allow you to read minds

Or believe you can

One spritz will make your tiny fingers appear huge, for a time

Though comparing them to the digits of others

Entails significant mental health risks

You'll deny the cost of eggs three times

When you move fast and break things

With this scent to pay the rent

Which you will increase

And increase

Before you become obsessed

With a word other than money

For a short while

Think of it as a tariff

Guaranteed to fascinate fools and muzzle the wise

This exclusive blend was designed to be a limited edition

But people are saying, especially in places we own

That a four year tenure may not be long enough

Sure, it might offend some people

You might not be welcome everywhere

You could find yourself loudly repeating

Things you do not believe or understand

But that's the price you'll pay

To get what you want

Which is everything

Anything less

Would mean

That someone else managed to win

Something insignificant

And you never lose

That's why you wear

Our product

Flood the zone and throw

The paper towels

Trump

Musk