From digital ether, bookmarks gleam,
A modern world, a fractured dream.
AI's swift rise, a looming tide,
While politics, with rage, divide.

The Russiagate, a phantom's chase,
Debated fiercely, time and space.
From YouTube screens, the voices call,
Of culture wars, and political fall.

Sydney Sweeney, beauty's grace,
A symbol caught in culture's race.
For some she's art, for some a slight,
Igniting takes, both dark and bright.

Then weather shifts, a chilling sign,
Stratospheric winds align.
A colder winter, snow to heap,
While ancient air from fossils seep.

The courts are stirred, with Epstein's name,
The powerful caught in legal flame.
From Texas halls to Capitol's might,
The law descends, in day and night.

AI's new forms, they learn and grow,
From music's hum to stories low.
But shadows lurk, where fakes are spun,
And human thought, by AI outrun.

The very core of what we deem,
Is challenged now, it would just seem.
From ancient air to future's code,
Our world upon a precipice is towed.