Now, the verified Sneetches had checks of pure blue.
But the unverified Sneetches, they wanted checks too!
Those checks weren’t so big. They were really quite small
You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.
But you only had clout if you rocked a blue check,
And most Sneetches in Tweetland didn’t have that connect.
Then one day as the Twitterverse was tweeting and fave-ing,
And plotzing and cloxing and doxing and raving,
And wishing their accounts had the blue checks of the stars…
A stranger zipped up in the strangest of cars.
“My friends," he announced in a voice cocksure and keen,
“My name is Elon McMusky McPeen.
I’ve just purchased this site
For a cool 44 bill,
And I’ve got empty coffers that I must refill!”
“You know me from Tesla.
I got dumped by Grimes.
I’ve shot my wad into space
Many hundreds of times!”
“I work day and night, and I work at great speed.
My algorithm’s like a self-driving car: guaranteed!”