A poetic exploration of a mind poisoned by the omnipresent specters of Donald Trump and E. Musk. This piece hopefully captures the relentless mental siege and especially the detox from Trump's toxic influence. It is a vivid depiction of inner turmoil and the quest to reclaim clarity and freedom.

Each waking thought, his specter reappears,
A gaudy brute who feeds on hate and strife.
He storms my mind, his voice ignites my fears,
Corrupting every corner of my life.

The day revolves around his endless schemes,
His hollow boasts, his hunger to devour.
No peace remains; he's in my quiet dreams,
A toxin twisting beauty into power.

He plants his clone, the shadow by his side,
Their chaos spreads, infecting all I see.
My world is stained; what’s pure is pushed aside,
And every thought bends back to tyranny.

But shall I let him reign inside my head?
This crude usurper, thriving on my rage?
No. I will cleanse the ground his words have bled,
And strip his rule from my soul’s sacred page.

I’ll dig him out, unroot his toxic seed,
And let my thoughts grow quiet, clear, and whole.
No more his poison makes my spirit bleed;
I’ll find again the freedom of control.