Horsey McElon McMean, he laughed until he counted his loot,
The total of which made his planned profits moot.
"How can I trick folks into giving me more?
My Saudi owners are sure to soon knock at my door!"
A light bulb flashed bright in his new hairplugged skull,
"I know how to make Twitter's coffers grow full!"
He ordered his H-1B team to convene.
"In 48 hours make me a Check Hide Machine!"