In Braddock's rust, a giant rose, tattooed with grit and fire,
Bernie's echo in his veins, defying empire's choir.
But whispers wove through wedding vows, a siren's silken thread,
Gisele's gaze, a potion poured... progressive dreams half-dead.
He marched for migrants, mocked the moguls, fists raised high,
Yet shadows stirred in moonlit halls, where choices learn to lie.
Stroke's thunder cracked the crystal curse, Ozempic chased the fog,
The witch's web unraveled swift... now hear the rebel's log.
Borders bleed, he bellows bold, no more the left's lost son,
Gaza's fire fans his fury, Iran's drums he beats as one.
Tune turned sharp as Mar-a-Lago's gleam, the spell in shards now lies,
Fetterman unbound, a maverick's roar... watch the old guard's alibis.