Kash Patel Says FBI Agents Fired Over Monitoring GOP Senators

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16. Patel's Fate

There once was a man known as Kash,
Whose loyalty made a loud splash.
Though Trump gave no thanks,
They talked about ranks—
An ambassadorship paid in flash.

In Trump’s court, a whispering ghoul,
Named Miller, with cruelty cool.
He guards the dear king,
Feeds rage like a spring,
And loyalty’s the only rule.

Ask Comey or Wray what they’ve earned—
A lesson that Kash hasn't learned.
When Trump turns his back,
You’re under attack,
With loyalty's bridges all burned.

Now Bondi, who once got a bribe,
From Trump’s not-so-charitable tribe,
Shut probes with a grin,
Then dove right back in—
A trade for a darker diatribe.

She lied with dramatic aplomb,
Citing Padilla’s fictional bomb.
But facts weren’t required,
Just rage that inspired,
And maybe a future dot-com.

To serve such a boss is a trick,
Whose favor burns out pretty quick.
You’re toast when you’re through,
He'll scapegoat you too—
The sword that you kissed now must stick.

They cheer when Comey gets charged,
But soon they may find themselves marged.
For loyalty's fake,
And history’s stake
Is watching the faithful discharged.

So Kash, take your jet to afar,
Be glad you still walk, not just spar.
For unlike in Vlad’s reign,
You don’t die by pane—
Just lose your seat in the car.