The Feds came calling, they're taking me down.
They say I'm making a mockery of Washington clowns.
I can't write about Biden, he's now exempt from my pen.
I'm not allowed to accuse him of stealing an election again.
I can't make fun of his shuffle or his stupid hop, skip.
I can no longer laugh if the fool stumbles and trips.
His gifs are no longer funny, my jokes are verbotem.
If I'm not careful, they'll come after me like Ed. Snowden.
They'll make up some phony charge, made up by Uncle Joe.
He thinks the American people shouldn't know what I know.
I know he's a damn fool, I know I have a right to say it.
I know he's a corruptocrat, I know he doesn't know shit.
I know he's afraid of the Donald, he's afraid of my words.
I'm sick of hearing him, spewing his obnoxious turds.
I'm sick of his woreout evil smile, and his damn lying eyes.
Sick of his deadpan expression, and his garbled replies.
Have I overdone it, my dogs are suddenly barking like hell.
Has the land of the free, turned into the land of Joe's will.
I guess if Joe doesn't like what I say, he has the authority.
To tell me "sit down and shut up" no making a fool out of me.
I just write about what I see Joe, You're a self made fool.
A demonrat piece of offal, that's the last thing from cool.
D.L. Crockett -- 3/28/24