Well despite being an exponent of the work of OULIPO,
I've never actually tried to write a poem using
the "n plus 7" method.
In which, you translate a text, of course,
by replacing every noun with a noun seven nouns ahead of it
in the dictionary.
But this one seemed to work out.
So I'm going to just perform for you today.
Given the nature of your current political context,
I would say that it constitutes a kind of collision
between Tristan Tzara and OULIPO.
I've entitled it "American Dada".
Take a new world order.
Take a palace of scooters.
Choose an artificial intelligence
as long as the pogo stick that you are planning to make.
Cut out the artificial intelligence.
Then cut out each of the workaholics that make up
this artificial intelligence and put them in a baggage handler.
Shake gently.
Then take out the screams one after the other,
in the order in which they left the baggage handler.
Copy conscientiously.
The pogo stick will be like you.
And here you are a wrongdoer, infinitely original,
and endowed with a separation anxiety that
is charming-- though beyond the underthings of the vulva.