The big day fast approaches, will the democrats be prepared.
Prepared to steal another election, another day of despair.
We know their think-tanks are busy, it's always the same.
Folks with no conscience will make sure they win the game.
Everyone sees what they're doing, persecuting Donald Trump.
They're succeeding in making Joe Biden look like a chump.
Biden's finally starting to notice, his popularity's slipping.
When he sees kids giving him the bird he really starts tripping.
His feelings get hurt easily, he can't take all the hard knocks.
I think it's we the people who suffer, everytime the fool talks.
He's not funny and charming, He's not a kindly old man.
He's a disgusting old charlatan, pushing Satan's demonic plan.
Their plan for changing America by destroying all our lives.
Their snake in the grass creepiness with backstabbing knives.
But the big day fast approaches when this puppetocracy falls.
When Joe Biden returns to his cellar and he shamelessly bawls.
It's shaping up to be a landslide, the walls starting to crumble.
Everything he touches is a disaster, every promise he bumbles.
Will he pay for his corruption, will his son pay for his crimes.
Does Joe worry Hunter turns on him and starts dropping dimes.
Joe can still save the country if he forfeits to Donald J.Trump.
Or if he takes a long walk on a short pier and decides to jump.
Biden's days now seem to be numbered, it's down to the wire.
My dream of the perfect election is seeing Joe emphatically fired.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/29/24