Joe has his handlers, we have our nightmares.
Mostly concerning getting Joe out of our hair.
His feces are constantly hitting the fan.
No way you'll hear me saying, "Joe is the man"
Joe's an embarrassment, a laughingstock too.
Along with his whole compromised crew.
The perverts and nutjobs, pansies and queens.
They're all screwing up our American scene.
Yes men? for the policies the rest of us hate.
Living  lifestyles with which no one relates.
Our institutions subverted, sold out to the devil.
The DOJ's biased,  no one's on the level.
Do Nothing Joe, tells us to do something.
To pay our fair share, is the message he's bringing.
Joe cheats on his taxes, he launders his money.
When influence peddling, Joes an energized bunny.
 We've been cursed, with this babbling buffoon.
The day we get rid of him won't be a minute too soon.
One day Joe seems alive, the next day half dead.
The land of confusion can be found in Joe's head.
Time marches onward, Joe's been left in the dust.
Stupidly thinking he has everyone's trust.
The fool is a nightmare, one that must end.
I want to see Joe and his farts gone with the wind.
D.L. Crockett -- 2/13/23