Y

Y

Elias Monk; industrialist,

And multi-billionaire,

Became a free-speech activist,

Or so he did declare,

Upon acquiring Twister Inc,

Where POTUS often stirred a stink,

Till he was banned from there,

Which, in the eyes of Monk at least,

Made Twister then a commie beast;

An echo of opinions,

In dire need of rebirth;

He gobbled it up for billions,

Far more than Twister’s worth;

And any staff who voiced concern,

Were told to leave and not return,

For he had paid the earth,

To undertake a boardroom purge,

And kill the woke-mind-virus scourge.

Meet the new boss: staff levels shrunk,

New rules were dictated,

And the old boss, dismissed by Monk,

Gained a sum inflated;

And I doubt even God knows why,

Twister’s brand name was changed to, “Y”;

Though Monk (the new boss) stated,

(Albeit, typically vaguely):

“Y” stood for Versatility,

Regarding communication

Of financial affairs;

And the vast devaluation,

Of former-Twister’s shares,

Sent-plummeting into freefall,

Appeared to vex him not at all;

The king of billionaires,

Lost forty billion, down the drain,

Yet never showed a hint of pain.

No matter: Y, now unrestrained,

Enemies broke cover;

Antagonists, fired-up, inflamed,

Ripped into each-other;

Thus Y became a battleground

From which the battered fled and found

Platforms far less rougher,

Till in the end, the further right

Outweighed the left, to Monk’s delight.

Free-speech on Y now seems to be,

Whatever Monk decides,

And those who see things differently,

He ruthlessly derides;

And parroting his every word,

(Increasingly the more absurd),

The acolytes he guides,

Remind me of the useful fools,

By Goebbels shaped for Hitler's tools.