He shuffled up to the podium, he ogled the crowd.
He appeared to be hours away from wearing a shroud.
He started to speak, the lies caught in his throat.
Up into his head his eyeballs were starting to float.
He shook his head wearily, slapped himself on the cheek.
We were in for a shock when he started to shriek.
He yelled about MAGA, he yelled about Donald Trump.
Everything he yelled about proved he was the chump.
Then his voice dropped to a whisper, an evil camraderie.
Promising if he was elected, we would all win the lottery.
He was way past dementia, out to lunch Joe was deranged.
A long visit to the nearest loony-bin should be arranged.
It went on for several minutes, till he forgot where he was.
You could tell by his eyes he needed to catch a new buzz.
 smelling his pudding, he spun and shuffled off stage.
It was astonishing how quickly Joe's mind disengaged.
In demonrat circles this charade passed for transparency.
 For any meaning , one should be blessed with clairvoyancy.
D.L. Crockett -- 2/5/24