I brought home the bacon, same price, half as much.
In a new smaller package, a damn clever touch.
Everytime I go shopping, my ire is quick to arise.
I feel I'm being ripped off, I can't live on Biden's Lies.
He says, the economies booming, prices are down.
Maybe for his favorite pudding, what a damn clown.
I get even angrier, every time I fill up with gas.
I know it's Joe Biden's fault this has all come to pass.
Him with his stupid pen, signing harmful EO's.
Causing more damage than they're letting him know.
I can't be happy with the big zero he's sending our way.
Or of the political power games the demonrats play.
I used to have savings, my cupboards weren't bare.
I don't know anyone who can live on just air.
My emergency food supply is dwindling too fast.
I'm eating so much pork & beans, I can refine my own gas.
Good thing my sense of humor will always be with me.
I've been losing weight, I'm down to two forty three.
My bank account shrunk, so did my ginormis gut.
I've moved out of my castle and bought a small hut.
I used to have three dogs, now I can only feed two.
They're both so hungry I feed them old shoes.
I see how they look at me, they want me to die.
There's enough on my carcass, they just might get by.
Some vultures are watching from a dead tree next door.
For them my starving body would be a lifesaving score.
Thank you Joe Biden , rest assured, I'm blaming you.
The whole situation is sucking, It's what you do.
D.L. Crockett -- 5/30/23