The game begins—
DOGE in tech vests, launching buzzwords like grenades.
“Efficiency!” Wham!—HUD’s out.
“Disruption!” Smack!—USPS folds like a mail slot.
Elon hovers midcourt in a solar-powered jetpack,
shouting, “You’re welcome, America!”
while the IRS takes one to the W-2.
Then—
a growl from the sidelines.
Smokey Bear lumbers in,
hat low, eyes burning.
“Only YOU can prevent privatization,”
he roars,
hurling a flaming pinecone of regulation.
The crowd gasps.
DOGE stumbles.
EPA tags back in with a reusable straw.
Suddenly—
the whistle blows.
From the judicial bench—actual bench—
a judge lobs a gavel-shaped ball.
BONK.
Elon’s visor cracks.
Silence.
Then cheers.
Game over.
Government wins, 2–1.
Smokey nods.
Justice, served underhand.
