As I was out walking the streets of D.C.,
I spied an old jacka*s shuffling along.
His mouth hung wide open the old fool was lost,
as he approached he was murdering a song.
A song about nonsense, that sounded like gibberish,
I could see death at his heels as he  passed on.
Followed by dogs and some Democrat vermin,
He passed round the corner the smell was soon gone.

I decided to follow, as I was quite curious,
wanting to be in cognito I donned my shades.
He hooked up with transgender morons, 
soon he was leading a tranny  parade.
Twerking in diapers, he was really somebody,
He looked like a dead fish that needed filleted.
Having a good time, passing out candy,
perversion and pandering on public display.

If this crap was sanity in a demonrat world,
then color me clueless, make it all go away.
Scratching his butt, the parade disappeared,
as our fearless leader, went off on his way.
What would be next a big party for pedos,
I've had my doubts about Biden, he isn't okay.
I can surely imagine him, trolling for children,
nursery school toddlers, with whom Joe plays.

I had a story to write, the proof in the pudding,
a story of depravity, the things that I've seen.
A story of degenerates, a story about sleazeballs,
a story of creeps taking pride in sick dreams.
The demonrat party the denizens of the swamp,
pridefilled trannies and pedos doing twisted things.
The world's wised up now, they see the future,
a fallen Republic is what a Biden win brings.
D.L. Crockett -- 7/1/24