I just met some people I really don't like,
Barack Obama and her husband Big Mike.
Barack was our first pansy president,
Big Mike was our fisrt male first lady.
They adopted Kamala, a so called black baby.
Her head was soon filled with communist crap,
She gooed and gawed,and crapped on Mikes lap.
They exported her to India and then to Jamaica.
Then to S.F., Willie said sleep with me and I'll make ya.
So she's Caucasian, Jamaican and fake Willie Brown.
She slept her way to the top of San Fran Town.
Then she went home to Chicago, to see mom and dad.
She finished her education and wound up quite rad.
They palmed her off on Joe Biden, he hated that.
She was dumber than him, a full blown demonrat.
Her cackle was irritating, her smile was phony.
She was half full of malarky, half full of baloney.
She didn't do anything except wait for her chance.
When Barack would wangle her way into the big dance.
That day has come, they forced old Joe to retire.
Joe's been sent out to pasture, her star rises higher.
Their back on her bandwagon, singing her praises.
None of them have a clue what a curse or malaise is.
Everyone's thinking, please God, don't let it be so.
The whole world will kill itself, if given  this bimbo.
So Kamala's saving her cackle, she's choking it down.
She's been wisely advised, she come's across as a clown.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/13/24