Because he’s racing and pacing and fuming on X

He’s fighting and biting and really bad at sex

He’s going the distance, he’s smoking some weed

His pillow wife (pillow-wife) is all he neeeeds

…

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulb, no spine

He’s haunted by decisions he cannot untwine

Bank-account shaking earthquakes of APRs and remorse

Assail him, impale him with cybertruck force

…

In his mind he’s still driving, still dunking on libs

She’s hoping in time that her memories will fade

'Cause he’s wasting his paycheck on onlyfans whores

He’s fighting, promoting, defending Musk of course