started with six likes a day,
next year it was thirty-six,
the year after it was clear,
that by year five they’d conquered the earth.
now reaching out to the stars,
they gathered followers from a far,
gaining wealth to buy the galaxy.
now musk is so small,
his cardboard box not so tall,
as the king of the milky way,
grants him a small patch of hell,
maybe somewhere between
uranus and a grin,
black holes that will never tell.
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