1. United States
2. Mo.
3. Letter

*to be sung to the tune 'The Distance' by CAKE* Distractingly white. On the White House lawn. Selling Teslas, while the press looks on. "Everything is computers," he says with a grin. Slashing and cutting more money for kids. He's dressed like a loser, sleeps with a gun. Paid with a horse to join the mile high club. Reckless and stupid and out of control. Running SpaceX from a ketamine hole. As they play village people, the rally's done. Both billionaires, so they've already won. The arena is empty, except for one man. Still jumping and yelling as loud as he can. My stocks have gone down and the prices go up. And every part broke in my cyber truck. But he's lying and crying and tweeting at Grimes. And saying, "concerning," for the 99th time. He's rigging the system, he's always on speed. He's all alone, all alone tweeting out more memes. Because he's wasted and racist, compulsively mean. He's lying and whining and crying on TV. He's rigging the system.