At the core of our problems, there sits a buffoon.
One that wasn't elected, yet still calls the tune.
Eighty one million votes, I say hardy har pshaw.
This clueless maroon has been stuck down our craw.
He's Barack's final legacy, I will always blame Obama.
It's his fault we're stuck with Joe Biden and Kamala.
Barack wanted one more term, it looks like he stole it.
He's the one calling the shots, and everyone knows it.
He's clearly the "BIG GUY" the influence peddler.
He can't give up the power, he's a worldwide meddler.
Hunter ain't got the brains, and niether does Biden.
Orders are relayed to Joe, Barry stays home Hidin'
Joe knows what's happening, he's a compliant fool.
He loves unearned accolades, he thinks he's cool.
Barack sits in his basement, with his ego-swelled head.
Seething in anger when Joe screws up what he said.
Garland's working for him so is Christopher Wray.
Joe can't run a damn thing, theres no frigging way.
The wool ain't pulled over my eyes, I'm still aware.
Joe Biden isn't smart enough to usurp anyone's chair.
It's Barack behind hounding Trump, calling the shots.
He knows that Trump can screw up his devious plots.
Maybe Trump has information, that implicates Barack.
Everything thats going on is meant to cover Barry's back.
Maybe this is conjecture, but many times I've been right.
Joe biden isn't running things, he just ain't that bright.
Could the Big Guy be worried, could heads start to roll.
Has Barack dug himself into, an inescapable hole.
Theres a lot going on here, all of it behind the scenes.
A lots going to happen because of shot down pipedreams.
So load up on popcorn, maybe we can place a few bets.
When these corrupt politicians start paying overdue debts.
D.L. Crockett -- 9/1/23