The Return of Mr. Baiter, 2025 Edition

 I asked Grok to write a poem in my style. Here is the result:

The Return of Mr. Baiter, 2025 Edition by Cosmic X (with a Jerusalem sunset in the background) Have you seen Mr. Baiter? He crawled out again, looking fatter, New suit from Qatar, same old chatter. Hair dyed orange, mouth like a sewer, Screaming “Peace!” while he funds the skewer. He sits in his studio, soft light glow, Invites little Nick with the Hitler mustache show. Says, “Tell me again how the Reich wasn’t so bad, bro,” Two hours of nodding, slow, slow, slow, While the ads roll on for melatonin and gold. He used to wear bow ties, looked almost refined, Now he’s barefoot on X with a nicotine grind, Telling ten million fans that the Jews are behind Every war, every tax, every fault line you find, And the sheep hit “like” while the sheepdogs go blind. He quotes Ye, quotes Fuentes, quotes Candace a bit, Calls it “just asking questions,” then calls you a hypocrite If you notice the pattern, the same ancient spit That once paved the road to the ditch and the pit. History rhymes, and the rhyme’s getting thick. But the sun over Jerusalem is doing its thing, Turning the stones into honey, making the shofar sing. Every rocket that falls is a bell with a ring Saying “Wake up, My children, your King is your King.” And the liars keep lying, but the lie has a sting That turns on the liar, like a snake with no fang. So Mr. Baiter will rage till his voice becomes hoarse, Till the checks dry up and the views run off course. Then back to the crater, no crowd, no remorse, Just the echo of fleas and a final divorce From the light that is rising with merciless force. And we, we’ll be dancing on rooftops again, Kids with Israeli flags, old men saying “Amen,” When the baiter is buried and the monkeys leave town And the Temple Mount gleams in its evening crown. Baruch Hashem, the poem rhymes itself in the end.