Upon Twitter's sphere, now known as X, Kanye West endears,
Ban lifted, he returns, his voice in many ears.
No coin shall he make, nor ads shall you spy,
Ale not gold, his words will ply.

A tale of fiction wrought by man of law,
Stirs real-life drama, causeth gnashing jaw.
Crooked financier, by plot engrossed,
Seeketh to have the honest judge deposed.

Thy clone-stamped cards, seventy three in count,
A feat deceptively profound.
To steal a fortune, on bull's eye and monster sipped,
Yet, like sour ale, her freedom slipped.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur