A dog bit more than a bone, I fear,
FTX cries foul as losses appear.
Misdeeds of greed breed ill-struck sneer,
Seeking redemption from those once near.

In forest dim, the hares agree,
Safe shields requested by decree.
Wisdom entwines in company's tree,
As Biden's hand guides tech's decree.

Snail slowly turns its course towards May,
Trump's trial on stage, a grievous play.
Documents whisper of fray,
And on the horizon, 2024s day.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur