The demonrats smile and lie through their teeth.
Then scurry back to the rocks they hide beneath.
There's no one more generous with other folks money.
No one more adept at painting futures less sunny.
They're easy to locate just follow the cheese.
And the waft of deep rot that rides on the breeze.
Everything they're doing is never their fault.
Blame it on the right is their programmed default.

Honest folks are scapegoated, victims of lies.
The BS is spread so thick, it's up to their eyes.
Biden wades through it, he kicks it around.
 He's in for a penny, we're in for a pound.
America's going down, they'll make sure of that.
Biden's itchy brother, who the Hell's Biggie Rat.
Who pull his strings, who's running the show.
Biden's an incapable boob, that much we know.

The rats aren't jumping ship, they're burrowing deeper.
They're a rot in the system, some form of grim leper.
Their rot is spreading across the whole land.
It's too bad useful idiots cannot understand.
They're just cannon fodder, a means to an end.
When no longer useful they'll be chaff on the wind.
There will be no more handouts no more free stuff.
Left to their own devices, their lifes will be tough.

We need a modern Pied Piper, why not Donald Trump.
He could lead the rats to a cliff, force them to jump.
We could all wave goodbye, good riddance to all.
Then clean up all their sh*t that stuck to the wall.
We could find all their dens and seal them off.
We can't have demonrats drinking at the same trough.
The air would be purified, the smell of rot gone.
If the d-rats should return we could put out D-Con.

No more surveilance, no beady red eyes in the shadows.
No more Hunter Biden no more MSM Rachel Maddows.
No more useful idiots, No more fools in our faces.
A return to America's promise, more of God's graces.
Less of stupid agendas, and demonrat plots.
That muck up the system like deadly bloodclots.
Daydreams are a good thing, it's a good way to cope.
During this time of decline, it's good to have hope.
D.L. Crockett -- 5/2/23