phart, a man of steadfast views, Reactionary hues in his daily news. He dreams of breakfasts, sunny-side up, But egg prices rise—oh, what a hiccup!
He watches the markets, his brow in a furrow, Hoping for change by tomorrow. "Lower those prices!" he firmly declares, For omelets and quiches beyond compare.
A champion of grit, a steadfast heart, He nods to strong leaders, playing their part. Admiring resolve, unyielding and tough, The kind who stand firm when the road gets rough.
And in grand halls with gilded grace, He sees tradition time can't erase. Crowns and scepters, regal and bright, A world of disorder that feels just right.
So here's to Phart, with his breakfast crusade, May his eggy fascist dreams never fade.
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CAT52! No. No sarcasm. Just an allegory based on Heiddeger's philosophy and my love for guns.