Curb your tropes,
and put away ideas worn
like pressed trousers too thin
for the weather.  

My country tis of thee
sweet rapine of landed trees
where soybeans sing  

[Syntax] let there be tariffs
[Circumlocution] let there be Borg
[Context] spread city ruin
[Allusion] sing of olaf
spinning downward
in a widening gyre