Magic Within

A slimy, overcooked slice of white trash, 
J.D. Vance — crash test cash. 
Seal him in glass, write out the blame: 
“Funded by Thiel, branded with shame.” 
 
Pulled from a dumpster, polished and sold, 
Patchwork puppet with strings of gold. 
Mascot glitch, MAGA brigade, 
Cruisin’ on lies in a junkyard parade. 
 
And if he drops? Won’t make a sound,
No one’s chanting, no crowd around.
The circus spins, same old charade,
Next fool crowned, same game replayed.

Greasy treasure, built to pretend,
Propped up on lies, breaks in the end.
Dragged through fire, sold to the crowd,
Hollow inside, screaming out loud.

Talks like a scholar, parrots the script,
Lines from a play he already skipped.
Hillbilly elegy — smoke and a joke,
Feeding the fire, choking on smoke.

Thiel the dealer, puppet king,
Pulls his strings with a crypto ring.
Bet on chaos, cashed in grease,
A fever dream, a lease on peace.

Greasy treasure, hollow and proud,
Flies and falls with every crowd.
Fueled by delusion, banked on rage,
History’s clown on a neon stage.

When he fades, don’t shed a tear,
Another clown is always near.
Reckless script, MAGA’s art,
A hollow play with no heart.

Magic Within

The Mayan