I've sitting here without a dime, and I don't like it, I love it.
I have no urge or  compunction to tell Joe Biden to shove it.
He seems to be well versed in knowing what American's think.
Why would I need money for food, after he drove me to drink.
How can I pay twice as much for everything if bereft and broke.
I even find myself thinking seriously about converting to woke.
The treasury's being rapidly emptied to pay for all their needs.
Let's hope the left's commie plan for America really succeeds.
Broken promises are easy to live on, just like shattered dreams.
We'll end up with plenty of both from Biden's cursed regime.
It's got to the point where generics drain your bank-account too.
The left is playing everyone for fools but what the hell can you do.
Biden's draining the strategic gas reserve, to buy votes back east.
In the red states where it really matters he doesn't care in the least.
His nest has been well feathered, mine has been blown all to hell.
But I'm still happy with nothing, in fact everything is just swell.
I've got an empty bank account that's full of nothing but dust.
I've got an old Ford Ranger bucket of bolts that's half eaten by rust
I'm more than happy to be robbed by Biden, to pay my fair share.
You won't catch me complaining, overtaxing the people ain't a crime.
I can live high on the hog as long as they leave me one single dime.
So he can use it to buy the votes he needs to win fair and square.
D.L. Crockett -- 5/26/24