Nine/tenths of the time, Brandonette don't know where he is.
He doesn't know the last thought he had that was actually his.
He's taken to crapping in public, lift his leg, just let'er rip.
Standing in his own urine, like a big, clueless, human drip.
Deep into his second childhood, dumbing down's nothing new.
His big thing is now telling stories, that it seems never ring true.
It's way past stolen valor, it's come down to one-upmanship.
Exaggerating a past he never had as he's losing his damn grip.
His stories have quickly become toxic to our state of mind.
As his life is rapidly sunsetting, like someones pulled the blinds.
He needs help with everything, his train of thought is long gone.
He's slipped his damn trolley, thinking he'll win a second term.
He might not last another month, with his mind and body infirm.
It's obvious to everyone watching, it's called abuse of an elder.
Whatever I see him doing he always looks more than bewildered.
I think, what kind of legacy they will be putting in the history books.
A president who's worse than a moron, controlled by a crook.
It's become the longest four years, Americans have experienced.
Since this cabal of usurpers made their first demonic appearance.
d.l. Crockett -- 6/15/24