We let our guard down, when Brandon appeared.
After fifty-five years, the smoke has finally cleared.
Here we are, shocked, at who’s president.
The nation’s gullibility has set, a new precedent.
Sad to say, we’re now stuck with “Out to lunch Joe”
Just how far out to lunch can this damn idiot go.
His ducks are kind of lined up, constantly quacking.
Backing Joe’s lies about the economy, he’s hijacking.
He blames it on Putin, golly gee, who woulda thunk.
Brandon’s a two-faced, lying, weaselly skunk.
He stinks to high heaven, his policies always suck.
His answer to everything, keep passing the buck.
The person behind him is a wrangler of fools.
Rounding up, then training, good communist tools.
Filling empty heads with approved marxist crap.
No problems with Brandon, it was simple, a snap.
Now he’s here in our faces a well trained buffoon.
Reading a teleprompter, singing their tune.
A mike in his ear, for when his weak mind meanders.
Looking like his head might blow up like in Scanners.
If our eyes had been open, it was easy to see.
Brandon is a huge threat, to the Land of the Free.
D.L. Crockett — 6/13/22