WHAT HAS GARBLEDCROCK DONE

Joey was puzzled, his mind was a mess.
People were mocking him, causing distress.
He was called clueless, a leftist baboon.
Bugs Bunny was calling him a useless marooon.
He often got flustered, losing his temper.
Or his voice sounded weak, barely a whimper.
He whispered his message, thinking it helped.
When pundits heard that, they whooped and yelped.
He didn’t deserve it, he hated derision.
Almost as much as he loved sowing division.
Sometimes he felt lost, sometimes he was.
Jill would soothe him by saying, it’s what senility does.
He was the president, he shouldn’t be mocked.
He wanted offenders to be cancelled or blocked.
He was just shown a website called “garbledcrocksatire”
Full of poems making fun of him, completely haywire.
Maybe he’d laugh at them, if they didn’t ring true.
Pointing out his sad situation and dumb things he’d do.
He saw Jill and the others laughing behind his back.
He was sure it was garbledcrock, they had a whole stack.
The guffaws and the titters, were driving him mad.
Jill reading them to him was the only entertainment he had.
Someday he’d find garbledcrock and shut his ass down.
For turning him into America’s biggest ass-clown.
D.L. Crockett — 5/25/22