Hearing the same bullsh*t day after day.
We waste a second on Biden then turn away.
We've heard his promises dozens of times.
We've heard his diatribes, till we lose our minds.
We've seen him get lost right next to himself.
We've heard his excrement till drowning in filth.
We've heard his stories till we wish he would jump.
We've heard his sputtering with his head up his rump.
We hear from MSM liars, he's sharp as a tack.
We can plainly see, that they're all demo-quacks.
We've heard him call Trump a Nazi, a convicted felon.
You can tell his heads empty just thump on his melon.
We see his maw hanging open, we see the drool flow.
We hear funny fart sounds, when he craps down below.
We see Jill scooting away, when the smell is too much.
She holds her nose around him, but she's Leery to touch.
Hunter would rather snort dope than smell Dad in his nose.
He refuses to touch him with a thirty foot water hose.
We see Joe looking confused, trying to fuddle things out.
We hear he lives for his pudding, that's what Joe's about.
He thinks he's running for president, but he doesn't know.
He would probably fall over if someone yelled blow.
Yep! it's Joe we're stuck with, if he doesn't drop dead.
Then it's on to Kamala, the demonrats next empty head.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/8/24