A poem inspired an ancient Egyptian god and the MAGA movement

O this poem is about the god called Khepri,
      who, back in ancient Egypt, rolled old Ra
across the sacred sky each day from dawn,
      promising the Egyptians such a noble rank
in a realm made fresh, luxurious and fetal
      by the benedictions of the Egyptian bung
that only stupid losers against being free
      could’ve dared to block their shining star
with crazy cachinnation, a sigh or a yawn
      to complain that the god of all gods stank.
O this poem is about a giant dung beetle,
      long obscure, who pushed an orb of dung.