If it wasn't for generic brands, I'd probably starve.
I have a hard time recalling the last turkey I carved.
My life has become generic, I have a generic diet.
It works for me, don't laugh if you haven't tried it.
It saves me a few dollars, which I'm spending on gas.
I don't eat too much food, since I quit smoking grass.
I'm losing weight daily, since I cut out the sweets.
I refuse to debase myself, sucking on government teats.
I'm a homebody now, I can't afford any long trips.
I hate this new life, but I've at last come to grips.
The good life is gone, I'm almost happy with nothing.
That was a lie, just me being clever and cunning.
I'm thrilled I'm not dead, but I'm pissed at Joe Biden.
The gap between him and me does nothing but widen.
He talks of unity, is it generic for folks that are poor.
Does it give the rich billions, is their unity worth more.
I'm not a fat cat elitist, I'm a cheap generic brand citizen.
My smile is generic, not like Joe's twisted, macabre grin.
I'm a generic American, working for the same goal.
To make America great again and get rid of Joe.
Why can't we save money with a new generic gas.
Instead of the bulls**t, Biden blows out his a*s.
My dreams are generic, the old American dream.
Not the left's evil nightmare, their communist scheme.
My God is unique, his promise of salvation isn't generic.
Like Satan's generic promises, which are always demonic.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/12/23