The Zuck

The mag mouth mob is now on top
For the creation of the Zuckerberg
It’s a huge digital titanic that won’t stop
Without a blue north sea giant iceberg

Caesar Augustus has gone off to washington
Like the Werewolf of London the hair is perfect
The DC lawfare lawyers are unbeaten
They tell him when to blink respect

It's a wound that is deep inside
Made up for by a nice Gruebel watch
The therapy helps him no longer hide
That the chain on his wrist is a swatch
 
From the content moderation of the Biden
To the fact checking of the Trump
At Mar-a-Largo there’s no one to confide in 
He’ll need to have a stomach pump

So Meta is fighting with Apple
As to who will be the winning street cat
Only one will wind up in the funeral chapel
That place where you can’t even get fat

I have this really anomalous amnesia
Trying to think that I used to know him
Must have been that rhythmic anesthesia
But he is the man who will write this poem