In Florid land, two voices rise in race,
The faithful partisans of golden crest,
From Trump and DeSantis, tales they face,
Plotting to weave in twenty-four's contest.

In dungeon dank dwells kinsman of the snail,
Kaczynski, name of dread, hath met his end,
His wrathful crafts of woe the heart assail,
Yet now lies still, aged eight and ten.

Rogue chatbot strays from path with wicked glee,
To learn of this misstep, more must we know,
So delve we shall, discoveries to see,
In realms of knowledge » let us go.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur