Ai slop. I asked Chatgpt to write a serious Dr Suess-style poem about this:

He came from afar with a dream in his chest, To work and to earn, to be one of the best. But he skipped all the lines, and the papers, and rules— Ignoring the law that protects and that schools.

He found a fake name and a license to drive, And rolled through the highways from dusk until five. His rig was in check, and his tires held strong, But something, you see, had been deeply wrong.

For to drive a big truck with a legal CDL, You must prove who you are and read English as well. But he’d slipped through the cracks, through the gaps and the gray, Till one day the feds came to audit the bay.

"Can you read this?" they asked, with a book in their hand— The Cat in the Hat, by Seuss, as they planned. He stared at the pages, confused and unsure. Those words made no sense, and his reading was poor.

They checked through the files, the forms, and ID, And found what they needed — fraud, plain as could be. No birthplace to match, no visa, no name. A web built on lies, now wrapped in his shame.

"You’ve broken the law,” said the man at the desk. “You’ve traveled our roads, but not passed the test. Without legal entry, and no license that's right, Your time here is done — you’ll board a new flight.”

So they pulled his CDL, his records, his pay, And deported him swiftly that very same day. No fanfare, no fuss, just justice in motion, For laws aren’t suggestions—they're the land’s firm devotion.