Ask Grok: compose a Shakespearean Sonnet that references Donald Trump, Pardons, thanksgiving and “illegal orders”
When Thanksgiving’s carved bird lies cold and done,
The pardons fly like feathers from the knife—
A flurry signed by one who weighs a ton
Of golden ego ‘gainst the rule of life.
He scrawls his name where justice once held sway,
Releasing hounds that barked at his command,
While loyal throats that howled on January day
Now gobble freedom from his heavy hand.
Yet some still wait beneath the axe of law,
Their crimes too raw, their orders too precise;
“Illegal,” cry the courts, and hold in awe
The line he dares not cross at any price.
So let the feast go on, the plates be cleared—
Not every bird he butchers will be spared.
Donald J. Trump, Turkey in Chief
Has issues with us all, a real real beef
He claims 2020 was taken by a thief
So he gives us all a platter of grief
Ask Grok: compose a Shakespearean Sonnet that references Donald Trump, Pardons, thanksgiving and “illegal orders”
When Thanksgiving’s carved bird lies cold and done,
The pardons fly like feathers from the knife—
A flurry signed by one who weighs a ton
Of golden ego ‘gainst the rule of life.
He scrawls his name where justice once held sway,
Releasing hounds that barked at his command,
While loyal throats that howled on January day
Now gobble freedom from his heavy hand.
Yet some still wait beneath the axe of law,
Their crimes too raw, their orders too precise;
“Illegal,” cry the courts, and hold in awe
The line he dares not cross at any price.
So let the feast go on, the plates be cleared—
Not every bird he butchers will be spared.
We wanted an AI that would do chores but instead got bad art.