Joey's so wonderful, Joey's so good,
just a degenerate pervert who's misunderstood.
Joey looks on the bright side, Joey loves life,
he's one step behind us with his backstabbing knife.
Joey's not happy with nothing, Joe wants it all.
Joey worries every day he'll be taking a fall.
Joey loves babies, Joey's pro death,
He love to see babies robbed of life's breath.
Joey likes pedophiles, Joey's completely insane,
he thinks little children can't feel such pain.
Joey has a good buddy, who gives him advice,
that's why Joey's rolling the communist dice.
Joey's a proud father, Joey loves his son,
he'll pardon Hunter for whatever he's done.
Joey's done everything, Joey has stories galore,
Joey can't tell the truth from his lies anymore.
If Joey gets the chance, he tells us about Beau,
 Beau died in Iraq, not true but what does Joe know.
Joey wants a second term, if he doesn't die first,
Either way it could be possible, Joe's bubble is burst.
Joey's hanging in there, but Joey's slipping fast,
Satan's got different plans, Joey's fate has been cast.
Joey is ignorant, Joey can't tell crap from shinola,
But Joey's knows everything about collecting payola.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/21/24