You’re the person of the year, so start this fire and fan it.

Yes, you’ve got electric cars and money everywhere.

So, it should be easy, get this creep out of our hair.

Tell him there’s a golden building somewhere in the sky.

Then pack him in, with all his bags, and, bingo, let him fly.

He can be emperor of space, a tiny orange star.

Let him pick the galaxy, as long as it’s real far.

And, if you do this, Elon, you’ll be worthy of Time’s praise.

And we will celebrate your moneyed goodness all our days.