Ozymandias II - The Enshittening

with apologies to Percy Shelley

I met a traveller from Yankee lands
who told me of monuments made of stone
that once honored deeds and ideals so grand
and built with grace to burnish their renown.

Then came a despot who with childish glee
and vulgar dreams of brands in tacky gold
chased demolitions and a naming spree
that sickened all those he bade to behold

his mirrored mind and body in decay
’til even those callous could take no more
They tore them down and his signs did they flay
and any eponyms they then foreswore.

That name not wholly moved to histry’s dump:
to move one’s bowels is to take a Trump.