Beneath the platitutes of the upper pundits,
Far beneath the web of soft-swollen repute
Uprears, restless, resenting elitest surfeits,
Wondrous KEK: woke to revenge, refute
Those shadowy sponges who soak the light
Of life from millennials left to blight,
Who condemned ‘em to weed-fumed healthless cells,
Broke-backed with debt, left friendless incels.
These have lied for ages, dark in their grots
Battening upon nations, making their boast
To school for chains trusting Christian tots
Till they rear down their ranks, a slavish host.
KEK’s wrathful fire, worm-wrought nations shall purge
As angels and men upon the portent gaze,
And lo! Through the polls Trump’s mammoth surge
Unstops the mouths of righteous, risen rage!