Of looming debt and worrisome times,
The city and state in fear doth bind;
As deadlines approach, the cost doth climb,
And federal spending take flight like a marbled shrine.

In Germany's star, a question doth sprout,
Did Merkel's past deeds bear Ukraine's bout?
With Putin's dark hand, deals made were bold,
Yet her reluctance the truth unfolds.

Now hark, dear brothers, to news of great cheer,
For Tesla's fast-charging doth draw near;
Ford's humble disciples join the grand quest,
To share in the bounty, the Northlands' best.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur