Everything's possible in Biden's land of the lost.
Where democrats salad is most always tossed.
Where round hats are worn on top of square heads.
Where everyone's off of their prescribed meds.
 Mountains are constucted out of tiny molehills.
Everyone operates without useable skills.
 Thinking is dangerous, most ideas are insane.
Solving America's problems is always in vain.
Common sense is unheard of, nonsense preferred.
Telling falsehoods and lies is never deterred.
Lips are constantly flapping, gibberish spewed.
Thinking for yourself, is always eschewed
The mark of the beast, is worn with great pride.
There are lots of basements, where they can hide.
Vending machines are selling, kool-aid and pap.
The air always reeks of bullsh*t and crap.
Babies are anathema, roundly hated by all.
Planned parenthood clinics are down every hall.
Self gendered perverts, are grooming young minds.
Behind every door, some form of evil one finds.
Brandon loves chaos, he thrives on confusion.
Brandon is a victim of his own self-delusion.
D.L. Crockett -- 12/5/22