Elon Khan (aka “the Flim Flam Kid”)

WARNING!!: Rough and foul language ahead

His daddy ran a gem mine

With slaves who gave blood

So they could drink wine

He bought his fame

Using Daddy’s slave money

To bolster his name.

Now he thinks he’s tall

Standing on a mountain so frail

It has to fall.

But he don’t care,

Waves his d!ck at us poors

And says

“How’s the air down there?”

“I always had mine,” he gloats

“Thanks to the Negros from Daddy’s time!”

Truly despicable,

He courts freaks and fashies

Their hatred is so flashy,

Splattered all over Twitter like bird crap in a cage.

Yet to his cult of rejects,

He is ALL the rage!

Can someone please shut this charlatan,

This tyrant,

This BRAT

Up for good?!

This poem stands tall,

In the shadow of the Flim-Flam kid,

The finest of fakes,

The Khan of Twitlers everywhere.

GFY, Elon!!