The Grinch Who Grifted

A BELA Fable in Fluff and Fraud

In a tower of tweets on a hill made of spin,
Lived a man with a mirror and a spray-tanned grin.
He shouted his slogans, he stamped and he swore,
Then blamed every typo on “Deep State decor.”

He built up a brand with no facts and no base,
Just grievance confetti and slogans in space.
He bottled confusion and labeled it “smart,”
Then sold it as genius with MAGA clip art.

“I’m brilliant!” he bellowed. “I’m chosen! I’m true!”
(Though his logic was missing and spelling askew.)
He banned all the books that spelled “truth” more than thrice,
And sued every windmill, then claimed they were “mice.”

He printed fake money with selfies and flair,
Then blamed all the debt on invisible hair.
He launched a new app called “Griftagram Live,”
Where facts were forbidden and logic took five.

He danced through indictments, he posed for the press,
While spelling his slogans in absolute mess.
He hosted a summit with cardboard and tape,
Declared war on grammar, then tried to escape.

He sold MAGA merch made of glitter and lies,
With coupons for chaos and freedom fries.
He hired a lawyer named “QAnon Stan,”
Who filed lawsuits written in ketchup and crayon.

But one day the circus collapsed in a puff,
The glitter went silent, the branding went rough.
The tower fell flat with a headline that read:
“Bigly Ego, Low Acuity—Officially Dead.”

No charges, no screaming, no MAGA parade,
Just silence and sparkle and debts left unpaid.
And all that remained was a cautionary tale,
Of ego unchecked and a fraud built to fail.

So if you see chaos dressed up as a king,
Just sharpen your satire and let the truth sing.
For ego that’s loud but acuity low,
Will always implode in a rhinestone show.

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