He wickedly grinned through his yellowing teeth.
Crawling out from under the rock he slept beneath.
He scratched his bald dome and old skin peeled off.
He slurped up some kool-aid from his drinking trough.
He saw Jill and smiled, wanting a good morning kiss.
She warned him away with a sibilant hiss.
Not being discouraged, he reached for her waist.
He'd paid for those lips and he wanted a taste..
Joey, she said, keep your damn hands to yourself.
You smell like urine and you're covered in filth.
Your diaper is full, it's dripping on the floor.
I'm your first lady, not some trollip or whore.
He saw Hunter and smiled, Hunter filled him with pride
Forgetting Jill as he brusquely brushed her aside.
He asked for a snort, Hunter had the best blow.
He had to pay for it, you would expect him to know.
Hunter walked around naked, but Joe didn't care.
Embracing unashamedly, Joe sniffed his hair.
My son, my son, he said, growing maudlin again.
Hunter shook him off, mirroring his dad's stupid  grin.
Out of nowhere Joe asked, where's my part of the take.
Hunter's demeanor changed he hissed like a snake. 
You're take of what he said as he fixed Joe a line.
Here dad, snort this, and you''ll feel just fine.
Let's pray together, said Joe, they all had a good laugh.
Ignoring the frowns on the faces of some of the staff.
I want my Maypo, he said, getting into his high chair.
He kicked the new puppy not wanting it there.
Morning with the Biden's aka dysfunctional creeps.
I think most folks would agree, not our favorite peeps.
D.L. Crockett -- 5/9/23