His circuits were shorting, his batteries fried.
He experienced a glitch, each time he lied.
His mouth popped open, he hemmed and he hawed.
Stuck between words he ummed, ured and ahhed.
His eyes lost their sparkle, they pinpointed red.
The eyes of the devil, looked out of his head.
His mouth became fixed in a rictus like grin.
Another clear indicator of the bad shape he's in.
His walk was a shuffle, feet slid on the ground.
He ran into walls when no walls were around.
He needed direction, he would often seem lost.
He was unable to focus, his salad was tossed.
They were feeding him drugs with little effect.
If there was improvement, it was hard to detect.
He was distracted easily, by young girls and boys.
He was eager to play, to him they were toys.
He had trouble with numbers and with basic math.
If he didn't like questions, he reacted with wrath.
From a whisper to yelling he can change in a flash.
 A clear sign he's afflicted with mental whiplash.
The man is quite senile, his mind is corroded.
The world's trust in America, has quickly eroded.
He is the president, the worst one we've had.
What he's done to our lives is nothing but bad.
He may not even realize the damage he's caused.
This reckless agenda must be put on permanent pause.
D.L. Crockett -- 9/19/22