Take this job and shove it, I ain't running anymore.
Kick me to the curbside  and give it to some whore.
I worked to win the primary, that's the way it works.
I've been dissed by my own party, a bunch of frigging jerks.
I did everything they wanted, I sucked up to those creeps.
The Obama's with their drama and their d-rat peeps.
They told me I was fine, my brain was working good.
Now it's quite obvious I should have knocked on wood.
All the lies I've spread, all the damage to my health.
All of it for naught, cause I trusted swamp scum filth.
I should pardon Donald Trump, really stick it to them.
Barack is Satan's minion, why was I working for him.
I sold out my office, sadly I broke my sacred oath.
I did as they told me, I sabotaged our country's growth.
Now I'm nothing but a lame duck, just a useful fool.
One step away from death, a sorry looking ghoul.
I didn't want Kamala, they shoved her down my craw.
Now I'm gagging on my choices, like on old coleslaw.
Maybe Foxnews is right, I'm the victim of a coup.
Demonrats had me over a barrel, what else could I do.
The power brokers have spoken, Obama calls the shots.
I have fallen out of favor, caught in the Obama's evil plots.
At the cost of my integrity, to Satan I've sold my soul.
So that Barack the pupptmaster could realize his goals.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/2/24