This is madness!!

And so the great egg game continues to play,
With costs going up almost every day!
But fear not, dear shopper, for prices may fall,
Unless tariffs rise again—eggs-tra high for us all!

The baker, the chef, and the mom making toast,
All paying a price that they hate the most!
“One egg for my breakfast, one egg for my cake,
But TWO eggs? Oh no! That’s a loan I must take!”

A tariff, you see, is a trick of the trade—
A price that’s been hiked up before it’s been paid!
The farmers pay more, so the stores do as well,
And guess who gets stuck with the bill at the bell?

But wait! There’s a reason, a tale to be told—
Of taxes and tariffs and markets controlled!
When hens lay their eggs on a farm far away,
A fee gets tacked on before they can stay!

The farmers all grumble, the shoppers all groan,
“The price of an omelet could buy me a throne!”
They point at the tags with a shudder and frown,
For eggs that once soared have come crashing down!

In the shadowed alleys of trade, whispers circulate about the administration’s curious omission of Russian tariffs. Despite threats of secondary tariffs on nations buying Russian oil, the absence of action raises questions about the true intentions behind this strategic omission.

In the murky world of politics, a leader’s bruised ego festers after a contested loss. Accusations of betrayal fly, and his ex-wife’s grave, tucked away at his prized golf course, raises eyebrows amid whispers of ulterior motives.

We thought we were gods!

And just to avoid any misunderstandings, I completely agree with their position here and I love it!

They should have promotional merch like shirts and hats that say “I’m a dickhead”