Another parade for the draq queens, it's their day after all.
A huge one just passed, screaming and flashing her balls.
She was wearing 10 pounds of makeup, one garish freak.
Like a ginormis baboon, with a potato sized honker type beak.
Her mannaries were inflated, almost as big as her huge ass.
She stuck it in childrens faces as she twerked her way past.
The parents were clapping, their children were taunted.
Likely by this immoral scene, for life they'd be haunted.
Next came the transgenders, once again with the make-up.
They frolicked and pranced,  they were sashaying it up.
They too were drawn to the children, flashing wide smiles.
Frightening the little children, with their guttersnipe style.
The parents were cheering, their children wanted to go.
Barney the purple dinosaur was their kind of show.
The drag queens and transgenders almost looked like Barney.
But Barney was kid friendly, not some freak from the Carny.
Next came the pedophiles, passing out candy and treats.
Indecently patting and touching, offering their laps as seats.
They sat down by the children pulling them on their laps.
The parents were cheering, they were loving this crap.
The kids were bawling and screaming, you could feel the fear.
The parents were child abusers, that much was clear.
Next came the Bidens, a fitting end to this wonderful day.
The parents rushed into the street, the kids ran away.
Hunter passed out bags of cocaine, Joe Biden sniffed hair.
Hunter wanted to trade drugs for sex, Joe felt up Derriaires.
Joe said, "where's the children" no one knew, no one cared.
Joe was there for the children, he sulked and despaired.
The parade finally ended, the children were scarred for life.
Perhaps growing up they'd be spared the transgender knife.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/9/23