Hail to Which Chief?

Originally posted at https://dsserv.net/poetry/hailtowhichchief/.

Hail to the chief
     the marching band plays
A crowd of people have gathered
     under the sun's cold January rays

Out from a limo
     with armor to defend
Three gassed up men
     ready to pretend

An old rich "billionaire"
     who got his money from daddy
And a young "hillbilly"
     that got every job from a PayPal baddie

And to no one's surprise
     a third man steps out
Wearing a goofy fucking leather jacket
    who it is, there can be no doubt

The richest man in the world
     with his phoney faux hair
Acting a fool in his drugged stupor
     dripping with masculine gender affirming care

Trump, Musk, Vance, or Thiel
     who's the puppet and who's the master? 
In the end, does it really matter? 
     when we're all to blame for the ugly disaster.