16 March—This meconium was inspired by William Blake’s “The Lamb.”

Donald Trump, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and gave thee feed
Of fatty food beyond thy need?
Made thy clothing extra big,
Just because thou art a pig?
Gave thee words that aren’t true
To tell the schmucks who worship you?
Donald Trump, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Donald Trump, I’ll tell thee;
Donald Trump, I’ll tell thee:
No I won’t, for I’m not rude—
And furthermore I’d just be sued.
The devil made them do it,
And, boy, they really blew it:
Greed and ego suit thee fully;
People know thou art a bully.
So Donald Trump, God damn thee!
Donald Trump, God damn thee!

Elon Musk, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and wealth galore
To stroke thine ego more and more?
But must thy wealth beyond belief
Inflict on others so much grief?
Thine arrogance doth do the trick,
The whole world knows thou art a prick.
Elon Musk, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Elon Musk, I’ll tell thee;
Elon Musk, I’ll tell thee:
No I won’t, for I’m not rude—
And furthermore I’d just be sued.
The devil made them do it,
And, boy, they really blew it:
Thine innovative brilliance mastered,
Yet thou art a mighty bastard.
So Elon Musk, God damn thee!
Elon Musk, God damn thee!