In the mirror he sees a fool, he smirks, he thinks "I'm so cool"
He picks a sore spot on his brain, smiling stupidly, so vain.
Fearless Leader, he heard it said, leader of the walking dead.
My name is Joe, you know "The Thing" You can call me Silly Wing.
He spins, he twirls, falls on his face, who put the floor in his space.
He calls for help, it doesn't come, not even Hunter, the worthless scum.
Joe's days are busy, much to do, running ragged his whole crew.
Wisely the dogs are kept from Joe, tail pulling no longer goes.
The dogs get mad, Joe gets bit, Joe's too far gone to ever quit.
Jill just smiles, shakes her head, calls the nurse, Joe needs more meds.
The dope works fast, Joe's tucked away, the usual ending to his day.
Sweet dreams Joey, the nurse thinks, she drops his diaper in the sink.
Your day is done, thank god for that, you sadly abused, silly demonrat.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/3/23