Advertisers' plans are clear, X are no longer a draw, Musk's comments have changed what was near, Leaving them in disarray and awe.
Nobody wants them to be around, For they are not the thing to do, Business gone with Musk's sound, Nothing left for X to pursue.
Things done cannot be undone, Promises broken with a sigh, No more will X see the Sun, Delivering an unseen goodbye.
X mourn for their absent fate, But their future has been sealed, Advertisers' plans up to date, X feel misery that's so real.
In the end, X were left behind, Not on the up, but on the down, In absence of a gentle wind, Where Musk casts his immortal frown.
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