He went to the doctor and forgot to remember.
He went to the beach forgetting it was December.
He read us a message, he did not understand.
He brought up agendas which someone else planned.
He whipped out his pen. he signed more decrees.
Decrees backed by the devil, to drive us to our knees.
Mouth hanging stupidly open, drool dripping out.
He saluted at nothing while he shuffled about.
His diaper was feeling squishy, had he made a boo-boo.
He'd made a big stinky, like he would so often do.
For some reason it angered him, he blamed Trump.
 Trump was responsible for what came from his rump.
He looked for his aide, to come grab a hold of his hand.
He looked at America, thinking he was king of the land.
He thought of his minions, they were tools to his end.
He heard something behind him, his a*s sucking wind.
He stared into the mirror, disgusted by his brown eyes.
Someone made a comparison, with his telling of lies.
Oh well, he told himself, none of these fools can touch me.
I'm a fool, I'm in charge and I'll decide what's going to be.
I've heard I'm untouchable, Merrick Garland has my back.
I don't pay for my crimes or the GOPs deserved attacks.
I've got a second term coming, it's all been arranged.
Barack Obama my mentor, told me it's been preordained.
Look what we did to the Donald, for bullcrap he didn't do.
We can persecute or scare off, his whole stinking crew.
My name is Joe Robinette Biden and that's how I roll.
What are conservatives going to do, come after my soul.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/1/24