He took his toys and went home, he sulked in the corner.
At home he was treated like an unwelcome foriegner.
He hated his siblings and he felt they hated him.
They knew his name was Joey, they all called him Jim.
 Jim was his brother, he hated Jim with a passion.
Kids will be kids, he grew up never showing compassion.
His parents claimed they loved him, he knew they were lying.
They never once said it without their insincere smiling.
If he went to his mom crying, she wanted  to see real tears.
What kind of bullsh*t is that for an insecure child to hear.
He grew up mixed up and confused, he soon learned to hate.
His parents sent him to therapy, but by then it was too late.
He heard from a teacher he was a victim of the american way.
He told himself when he grew up, he'd have something to say.
 He read "Mein Kampf" and the 'Communist Manifesto"
He changed his personal history to growing up in the ghetto.
He learned the benefits of pandering, he was sly as a weasel.
Which went hand in hand with his trait of disparaging people.
No one was surprised when he went into politics.
He was an inveterate liar who knew all the pertinent tricks.
He soon went to Washington and became a swamp fixture.
His whole life had been lived without reading one Bible scripture.
But he was a professional panderer and accomplished liar.
He could lie and no one could tell his pants were on fire.
78 years after his birth he steals the presidential election.
His running mate was Covid, making him a viral infection.
Now he's old and decrepit, he doesn't know what's going on.
Yet he's still milking the system, it's time he was gone.
He will be remembered as Brandon, the pandering putz.
 The fools who elected him remembered as his wingnuts.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/29/23