AN AI generated poem about Water and California
A Trumpian Tale of Water Woes
In the land of sun where the waters flow,
Trump claims a valve connects to Canada, oh!
He spins wild yarns of a half-pipe so grand,
As if magical pipes water this thirsty land.
"Forest raking," he shouts, from his grand elevated seat,
While Finland burns forests in a fiery feat.
“Just tidy it up, keep the wilderness neat!”
Yet wildfires blaze in the heat of defeat.
With grand, sweeping strokes, he signs orders, you see,
For thirsty farmers in the San Joaquin spree.
While fish and tribes struggle, left in the dust,
His focus on almonds—now that’s quite unjust!
“Water flows freely!” he assures with a grin,
Yet rivers in California don’t play by his whim.
With pipes and pumps powering through mountains so steep,
Nature’s own order—Trump seems not to keep.
In bustling L.A., he calls for a sift,
Through ruins and rubble, believing it’s swift.
“There's no toxic waste!” he proclaims with a shout,
Ignoring the dangers that loom all about.
So here’s to the gales of misthinking and jest,
Where facts take a backseat, and myths are the best.
Oh, to grasp at solutions that simply won’t fit—
In a world made of logic, how does he commit?
Let’s ponder this puzzle, as Californians care,
For words without meaning can lead us to despair.
When talking about water, let’s keep it legit,
And hope for a future that’s wiser and fit!
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