The Shitstorm


The fool created a sh*tstorm and it sucked him in.
It looked like a tornado wearing his stupid grin.
Where ever it blew, it left everything covered in crap.
They tried to corral it in a giant toilet, concealing a trap.
It had tons of suction to flush the sh*tstorm away.
When it came to fixing his messes, these folks didn't play.
But this sh*tstorm was deadly, it packed a huge punch.
Joe screwed the pooch big time, he was so out to lunch.
It was hard keeping up with the booboos Joe made.
 By eating to much pudding and kicking it in the shade.
He wakes up and and wanders in the still of the night.
 Caught, he says he's looking for cornpop, wanting to fight.
The fool is out there so far, he's never gonna come back.
I think it's to avoid prosecution, when he's under attack.
You can't prosecute an idiot or a demented old man.
For things he can't remember, or doesn't understand.
So we're stuck with his sh*tstorms, Joe gets a pass.
He's free to go on afflicting us with his terrible gas.
America's on her way down, and the talking heads talk.
Telling us that Joe isn't guilty, that he's going to walk.
If the country's a mess and the White House is a sh*thole.
It probably means that Satan's succeeded in his #1 goal.
We're stuck with this A*shole, for another 2 or more years.
 If we're looking for justice, we're just spinning our gears.
"This too shall pass", is something I've often heard said.
I hope this sh*tstorm passes before our Republic is dead.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/21/23