His message distorted, his words cause great pain.
They fall on our ears, like crap mixed with rain.
He stumbles around shaking hands with the air.
Our MSM giggles and titters, none of them care.
The fool shadows children, he creeps up behind.
We're supposed to ignore it, act like we're all blind.
This is our man of the hour, our fearless leader.
A fool not fit to be a Walmart store greeter,
His policies suck, his derriaire sucks big wind.
If we lived in sane times, no one would defend.
The fools keep lining up to prattle false praise.
 Good folks are battling this hellspawned malaise.
His name isn't legion unless his name is  Fool.
He's the one man alive, outshone by his stool.
He's reckless and feckless, he won't accept blame.
His failure's momumental, he's covered in shame.
Yet here he is in our faces, talking out his backside.
Calling us ultra-MAGA, awash in white pride.
This is how Joe the uniter, brings us together.
His words are emphemeral, as fickle as weather.
Yet he's in our Whitehouse, scum floats to the top.
Old "Out to Lunch Joe", America's Grandpop.
Ensconced through chicanery, if not through mass fraud.
An absolute empty suit, absolutely nothing to laud.
If you're a Biden supporter, you've befuddled your mind.
You're one of the blind being led by the blind.
The only miracle in Joe's playbook is he got elected.
A compromised piece of offal, no one respected.
He's a broke down old puppet, suppressing our will.
The big stink in Washington, the SMELL ON THE HILL!
D.L. Crockett -- 1/3/23