I can feel it my pocketbook, my money trying to fly out.
I try to save it for essentials, every day is filled with doubt.
How will I pay for rent, how do I feed my dogs and self.
How will I pay for Dr. visits, if I can't afford good health.
Why can't we be energy efficient, I can't afford electric cars.
The day Biden stole the election, I cursed my lucky stars.
Why must we abandon fossil fuels, because of demoquacks.
The democrats are anti-human, misguided commie hacks.
Why do we cater to our enemies, why support their evil plans.
What's with the gutless GOP, minus balls and missing glans.
We are whistling past the graveyard, eyes fixed straight ahead.
Automatons with no substance, next thing to the walking dead.
Some of us see the whole picture, see the writing on the wall.
The demonrats are perseverant, to the gills loaded with gall.
We allow them to run roughshod, trampling on our dreams.
Their evil driven confidence, always bursting at the seams.
My reason is escaping me, as my once good life disappears.
We approach their commie paradise, the worst of all our fears.
Hope is going by the wayside, our demise was planned so well.
The progressive plan for America, is a headlong trip to Hell.
D.L. Crockett -- 12/27/23