His bowels loosened and his diaper filled.
He then blamed Trump for the ungodly smell.
His piehole opened and the garbage spewed.
Anyone listening knew that we were screwed.
He looked around, not sure where he was.
He shuffled around in circles like he usually does.
He scratched his head, he concentrated hard.
He reached in his pocket, pulled out his race card.
He called Donald Trump Hitler, his morons cheered.
He was saving democracy, the cobwebs cleared.
He spoke of insurrection, the idiotic cheering grew.
They'd be kissing his butt, before he was through.
He was on a roll, his temper rose and flared.
He raged, he squinted, his slack jaw squared.
His pale white complexion, turned angry red.
The steam poured out of the holes in his head.
In his ear Obama whispered, "Keep going Joe"
"Lay it on thick, you're putting on a good show"
He ranted, he raved, until his gaskets blew.
Then he became the simpleton, everyone knew.
He was stupidly staring, he didn't know at what.
His mouth was drooling, his nose bubbling snot.
Jill soon took his hand, guided Joe off the stage.
He soon had his pudding and they turned the page.
Another impressive performance, another long day.
The proofs in the pudding, his mind's slipped away.
D.L. Crockett -- 1/9/24