Wednesday, June 24, 2026

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I have this quirky tendency to rhyme when I am doing something else. I am not a rapper and don’t have strong cadence control or melodic creativity. So, I thought I would host some rhymes I came up with here. Please take this lightly and laugh at the cringe rather than experience it.


“I got money I got hoes
I got these and I got those
I got friends and I got foes
I am truth and you are faux”

This rhyme is typical braggadocio, often present within rap. The first two lines I wrote off the top of my head, and the third line came naturally. The fourth line experiences a significant drop in quality, if you ask me, because it was a line deliberately written to fit this rhyme scheme. The greatest lines are often scheme-building, not scheme-fitting. There is a lesson in there.

What is very interesting is that this line contains six real-world statements. Four somewhat objective statements, and only one objectively correct statement. It is up to the reader to try to guess what is what. This was written mid-June 2026.


“Cold world. Baby is it true?
Love her. But does she love you?
In love. Hun, it’s only you.
Cold world. No it isn’t true.

This is slightly different from the rhyme we got earlier. This is a conversation with oneself. It’s a flow of thoughts someone is having. A person begins by establishing that this world is harsh and good things are rare. But he questions the validity of the feeling we are about to discuss. The feeling is then expressed. The person says he loves her, but his subconscious is making him doubt it. The person cannot have a positive thought without a defense mechanism shooting back. He says they’re in love. But his subconscious shoots back, it is only you who is in love, the other person lives in a different universe. He lets his doubts in, again recognizing that this is a cold world. And he admits that he was wrong to even consider love.

He gives up before even giving it serious consideration. He doesn’t approach the girl; he doesn’t make a gesture; he declines the possibility of mutual feelings.


“I don’t care about you eh
Call me Thatcher, Margaret
Got no problems getting paid
Call my color MAGA red”

This bar just popped into my head when I was unloading a pallet full of ice creams and Blended Drinks bases in a fridge. I was working at McDonald’s, and my mind would wander. An interesting bit here is the presence of a gradient of cultures. We have America represented by the far-right MAGA movement, Canada represented by the stereotypical “eh,” and Britain represented by its famous Iron Lady. I call this a gradient because Canada is a fascinating mix of British and American influences. Of course, they had other inputs (like the French🤮) in the mix too, and they undoubtedly have their own culture. Still, I cannot see past my bias in seeing them as nothing more than some Americanized Brits.

Surprisingly, Margaret Thatcher, for all of her fame and notability, is a character I know very little about. I know she is a strong, right-wing figure, similar to Ronald Regan. But I never cared to research her policies or achievements. This is why my comparison to MAGA red in the rhyme is quite absurd; I strongly doubt that they agree on most controversial issues, but I can’t help but boil it down again.

A clever and intentional element here is the third line, which at first seems just as disconnected as the first, but it connects to the fourth line as well. MAGA influencers usually exist only on platforms that strongly incentivize engagement. This has led me to form an unverified theory that MAGA influencers usually are just chasing the money, instead of standing on solid ground.