Mission accomplished, Joe Biden mumbled. 

The missiles are flying, the football was fumbled. 

What do you mean? Jill Biden screamed. 

Things looked much worse, than they first seemed. 

Joe’s mind was gone and Jill was to blame. 

She pushed him to this, for  fifteen minutes of fame. 

She was first fool. Forget about, first lady. 

She got him elected in a way that was shady. 

His words are not his, they’re written beforehand. 

To Joe they are nonsense, he can’t understand. 

His eyes look so empty, a match for his head. 

He shouldn’t be president but in a rest home instead. 

In search of excuses, Jill blamed Vice-President Harris. 

She knows Joe’s condition and should be embarrassed. 

Now here sits her husband with the nuclear trigger. 

With a grin on his face that could not, be bigger. 

It’s not my fault, she thought, if all of them knew. 

They know Joe is demented, he’s missing a screw. 

Grabbing the football from Joe, she tossed it in the trash. 

Then sat back and waited for the end it all flash. 

She knew missiles were flying, many headed this way. 

When they detonated, she knew, it would all be okay. 

She would be dead, but never forgotten. 

History would call her the first lady to Joey the Rotten. 

The oval office door opened and Kamala came in. 

Carrying a big jar of Gerber’s for Joey’s din-din. 

Why the sad face, asked Kamala. When she saw Jill. 

You look like you just learned you’re going to Hell. 

Joe just launched the missiles, Jill admitted in shame. 

Oh no! Laughed Kamala. It was all just a game. 

He has a fake football, do you think we’re insane. 

We know Joe doesn’t have a functional brain. 

Thank God, Jill exclaimed, now feeling elated. 

Then went back to building the lie, they had all fabricated. 

D.L. Crockett  3-1-2021