INCAPABLE OF KNOWING

Brandon is incapable of knowing, anything he does.
Heck! He can’t even remember, who the Hell he was.
He used to be a racist, I think he is one still.
He wants to take us with him on his merry way to Hell.
His speech is garbled nonsense, no one understands.
His policies destructive, he makes stupid demands.
His head’s wired for sound, his words are not his own.
He’s in the thrall of Satan, he can’t be left alone.
In his eyes you see confusion, you hear it in his voice.
We need a landslide in November, a reason to rejoice.
Everybody hates him, Brandon doesn’t have a clue.
I’m sure the polls he sees, are concocted and untrue.
The price of gas skyrockets, Joe’s the one to blame.
He says he can do nothing ,with inflation it’s the same.
He’s like a clownish Nero, grinning at our pain.
His goal is our destruction on his downbound train.
Let’s go Brandon, the job you’ve done is swell.
To any clueless moron, who’s happy in your Hell.
D.L. Crockett