The MAGA Minute, a sound
Of triumphs, shouts, and might,
While brain cells have a "reset" found,
To keep our memories right.

The Verge speaks of a chatbot's plea,
Where AI learns to tease,
But sex is scrubbed from all to see,
Unless a billionaire appeases.

Then politics, a fractious scene,
Of division's bitter art,
Where winning debates makes one lean
To losing their own heart.

The Webb beholds a cosmic sight,
Pluto's weather, strange and new,
While NY Post seeks news so bright,
As liberal media falls from view.

AI's bright future, Genie's gleam,
Creates worlds with a doodle's art,
From Hopper's cafe to a dream,
Playing a physicist's part.

The primate's mind, a circuit grand,
With blood vessels, it can grow,
While lions climb, across the land,
A climbing they all know.

From music's flow to tales of old,
Of clashes, power, and fear,
The stories of the world unfold,
Both far away and near.

The human brain, a mystery deep,
AI learns to make it whole,
While lions up the trees they creep,
And politics takes its toll.