The logo was swapped, for Dogecoin's own face,
SpaceX did explode, in a fiery embrace.
As right-wing swamps grew, with fake news and lies,
Twitter's demise, we couldn't surmise.
Now roses are wilting, and violets despair,
As Titter's once greatness, is lost in thin air.
Musk's transformation, it's hard to perceive,
But one thing is certain, it's time to take leave.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Twitter's a mess, thanks to Elon's coup.
He bought the app, with intentions unclear,
Turned it all upside-down, made users jeer.
Eight bucks for a checkmark, then free, what a flip,
Gray marks were in, but soon lost their grip.
He fired the staff, left a handful to strive,
Titter he called it, the chaos alive.
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