The truth's coming out now, Joe's senility is starting to show.
I knew it four years ago, how couldn't the demonrats know.
I think we were victims of gaslighting, a charlatans scam.
By a party of communists who have some demonic plan.
The Times claims Biden is slipping, I'm holding my breath.
I don't think he's slipping, I think he's one step from death.
His memory's abandoned him, He get's lost on the stage.
He can't talk about Donald Trump without his faux rage.
The left's close to dumping him, kicking him to the curb.
He's turning whiter than fishbellies, like a sun dried out turd.
He isn't making decisions, he's being told what he should say.
He can't identify written numbers, it gets worse every day.
He has a few stories he tells over and over, I wish he'd forget.
I'm sick of hearing of his son Beau and watching Joe sh*t.
He never knows where he is, he never knows where to go.
The demonrats are eager to dump him, it's the end of the show.
He should stay on the path he's on and just go straight to Hell.
He's old and rotting in D.C, the left has caught on to the smell.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/7/24