I feel insulted, every time Joe Biden speaks.
I find myself wondering how often this idiot tweeks.
He sounds like a meth head, mumbling his words.
Like he's got cottonmouth, or his tongue's furred.
I feel like puking, when I see that asinine smile.
When I see him walk, I wonder if he has piles.
I see him shuffling around, looking so lost.
I guess he could be drunk, totally sloshed.
Another beloved, demonrat total zero.
America's crumbling , he's acting like Nero.
He can stick his agenda, where the sun never shines.
He's a societal tumor, and he isn't benign.
The demonrats worry what he'll say or do next.
An octogenarian pedophile that's way oversexed.
With a stay out of jail card, he's had his whole life.
That he's a complete a-hole, speculation is rife.
It's stuck in his noodle, he thinks he's all that.
Such conceit from a fool with no clue where he's at.
The biggest threat to America lives in D.C.
In a big White House, where he shouldn't be.
He should be in a nursing home, resting his neck.
Instead he's holding the reins, steering this wreck.
Democrats see what's happening, thinking, oh well!
It's Donald Trump's fault, they're headed to Hell.
Now they're ready and willing, to vote Biden back in.
Holding their noses overlooking Joe's past sins.
Watching Main Stream News, believing the lies.
Kept in the democrat dark, denying their own eyes.
With the democrat base, it's April Fool's Day, every day.
Whistling through the graveyard, like everything is okay.
It isn't all good Joe, don't believe what you're told.
How much were you paid for the country you sold.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/16/23