From Blood Tribe’s whispers, the falsehood grew,
A neo-Nazi tale, vile and untrue.
Trump and Vance gave it a stage,
Stoking fear with a hateful rage.
“They’re eating pets!” the story spread,
Cats and dogs roasted, or so they said.
A baseless rumor from hate’s dark thread,
Designed to fill hearts with fear and dread.
Geese were next in Trump’s bizarre spree:
“They’re killing geese! Who knows where it’ll be?”
From sharks to Lecter to EV praise,
His speeches twisted in curious ways.
Hydrogen cars? “They’ll blow sky-high!
A bomb on wheels—don’t even try!”
Windmills? “Garbage!” he loudly declared,
“They kill all the birds; they’ve left whales scared!”
And sharks? Oh sharks, his mortal foes:
“They’re lurking everywhere the ocean goes!
If my electric boat sinks in the sea,
Electrocution sounds better to me!”
Electric cars? He once despised:
“Batteries fail! Their range is lies!”
Charging stations? “A wasteful scam!”
He mocked them all with his usual jam.
But then came Elon with cash in hand,
Tesla’s king with a business brand.
Suddenly Trump had a change of tune—
Now EVs are “brilliant,” a gift from the moon.
“A red Model S? I’ll take it today!
Tesla’s amazing—let’s lead the way!”
Charging stations stretched far and wide—
Now part of Trump’s electrified pride.
And then came Hannibal—Trump’s bizarre muse:
“The late great Lecter,” he’d enthuse.
“They’re sending migrants like him to our shores—
Psychopaths knocking on our doors!”
From Blood Tribe’s lies to shark-filled dread,
Trump spins a circus wherever he’s led.
Why all these tales so wild and grim?
What purpose lies beneath the whim?
It’s simple: power and cash align—
Truth bends when dollars are on the line.
Elon’s millions lined his golden pockets,
And now Tesla’s rockets fuel his topics.
Gone are the rants of fiery disdain—
Money reshapes Trump’s energy lane.
So here he stands with Tesla in tow,
Hating windmills but loving their glow.
“They’re eating your pets!” he cries once more—
Theatrics abound as his base adores.
But progress marches despite his schemes,
For truth outlasts even Trump’s wildest dreams.
The things you believe