ILL-GOTTEN BRAINS
What a blathering fool, I can’t say it enough.
He makes reading a prompter, look oh so tough.
Too tough for his squinted up colorless eyes.
What we get from a tool, no big surprise.
He translates nonsense, into gobbledygook.
Yank him off the stage, get out the hook.
It’s no longer funny, It’s straight up insane.
What are they thinking, does no one have a brain.
Parading this moron, in front of our foes.
Biden is so out of it, they must know it shows.
Putin is scared, Xi Ping for sure terrified.
Joe is showing the world he won’t be defied.
What a marooon, what a clueless old putz.
Bumbling along like a clumsy damn klutz.
Give Brandon his pudding, get him out of our face.
Lock him into his basement, with plenty of space.
If not, he’ll get us into, world war three.
With his threats and nonsense and hypocrisy.
He’s the misbegotten one with ill-gotten brains.
Flushing our Republic, straight down the drain.
D.L. Crockett — 4/29/22