OzyMarzidas: A Coup Poem
That doge called Coup!
“They see themselves as the servants of the freedom of the chosen few, but in fact they are possessed, like millennia of tyrants before them, of fantastic dreams: they will live forever, they will go to Mars. None of that will happen; they will die here on Earth, with the rest of us, their only legacy, if we let it happen, one of ruins. They are god-level brainrotted.”
— Timothy Snyder, The Logic of Destruction, February 2, 2025
That doge called Coup, it chased and knocked me down.
It said: “The vast and lockless data loads
Are in my paw. Salute! I’ve got you now,
Half-sunken, shuttered. Thee I discommode.
You’ll live on tips beneath my sneer. Kneel, bow!
Your Founders none too well my motives saw.
I’m not a proper merchant selling cars.
I rake, I pounce. Endure my dogey claw.
See, on the internet, this post appears:
‘Our name is Oligarch, the Kings of Mars;
Inhale our Musk, ye blue-haired, and despair!’
At last, you know it; tu as vu le loup.
View our colossal Wreck, gormless and bare.
X marks the spot: the joke ’twas all on you.”
After Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley.
