As Joe Biden's set adrift on a vast sea of fake tears,
he hears Kamala's cackle as she's sucking down beers.
He wonders what's happening, he thought he had clout,
now he sees conservatives knew what the left was about.
He followed the party line for seventy obedient years,
he was tricked into believing that they were his peers.
He was the rightful nominee, now he's kicked to the curb,
he was a castaway jackass, the whole thing was absurd.
He'd been stripped of his power like it never existed,
 sadly wiping his eyes forgetting fake tears never misted.
He knew folks were wondering, he heard he was dead,
his brain was functional, he hated the lies being spread.
He dreamed of retiring to the swamp and it's environs,
He missed the other swamp critters the snakes and herons.
He sold his soul for the job, he was a fool trusting Obama.
Obama was behind everything, creating world wide drama.
Jill was Joe's shoulder to cry on, has Jill dumped him too?
he was even dissed by those witches he thought of as crew.
He still had six long months, plenty more time to get Trump,
it would be a big bump to his legacy, get him over the hump.
he was told to endorse Kamala, he'd stick a knife in her back,
he'd tell the whole world how her and Hunter were doing crack.
Maybe six months would be long enough to start world war III,
he'd fix with the whole world for turning him into a mockery.
D.L. Crockett -- 7/23/24