His face cracked into an evil sh*teating grin.
He proceeded haranging us with insipid spin.
Not allowed to take questions, he stupidly stared.
America in the hands of an idiot, the world despaired.

They rolled out the teleprompter, he looked confused.
He said something inane, no one was amused.
His mouth dropped open in that dumb vapid look.
He jumped at his shadow, and he visibly shook.

He errred and he ahhed, he squinted and read.
It sounded like gibberish, no one knew what he said.
He looked around foolishly, was he glued to the floor.
He thought exit stage left, but did not see a door.

Graced with his knowledge, we heard a loud braap.
A few seconds later, it was like swimming in crap.
He stared at us sheepishly, a mortified look on his face.
His terrified look, screamed, get me out of this place.

Seeming almost on cue, a giant hook slid in from the right.
The presser was ended as Joey was yanked out of sight.
We were handed translations of what no one had heard.
What we heard was gibberish, the whole thing was absurd.

Joey returned to his basement, satisfied with himself.
Told he was in fine fettle, in perfect mental health.
His diaper was changed, while Joey covered his nose.
He was given undeserved kudos, and we were all hosed.
D.L. Crockett -- 12/20/23