With nothing in one hand and a knife in the other.
Bristling with arms, Hamas wants to be our new brothers.
While promising peace, the knife sinks into our back.
It's obvious that Joe Biden enables all sneak attacks
 Joe's not getting the shaft, it's our homeland's security.
Joe's concerned for his legacy as he sinks into obscurity.
He decries islamophobia, as Barrack told him he must.
He shushes our israeli allies, as they listen nonplussed.
He's a man without scruples, he's a fool without clues.
He loves sniffing women's hair attempting to schmooze.
 Buzzards are circling, they're smelling warmed over death.
Mixed with overpowering cologne, his pores sweating meth.
He has several monkeys on his back and bugs in his ears.
An attraction for drag queens, and drinking  Bud Light beers.
As he heads towards his sundown, he shuffles much slower.
As he sinks into oblivion, he couldn't sink any damn lower.
His legacy has been written by leftists, a bundle of lies.
By fools who can't see the truth in front of their eyes.
So our borders wide open to the whole world's riff-raff.
That includes Hamas killers, Joe Biden, denies and laughs.
Biden sits snug in his safe space, as the world ignites.
Dreaming of fat, ugly drag queens in bottomless tights.
Sucking down gerbers pudding, overfilling his diapers.
While our allies are fighting radical islamic terrorist vipers.
D.L. Crockett -- 10/26/23