Biden's condition is worsening, breaking down every day.
He can't speak coherently, his thick tongue gets in his way.
He hollers, he giggles, he jokingly blames it all on his brain.
He digs his hole deeper, every time he attempts to explain.
He's not suffering from jet lag, his mind isn't going that fast.
 It's caused by all the self guilt, his guilty soul has amassed.
He can't live with himself, he's wrapped up in living his lies.
He sure as hell ain't what he's built up to be, one of the guys.
His caregivers are power mad morons, it's called elder abuse.
Jacking him up on experimental drugs then turning him loose.
He's constantly disremembering the things he's just said.
But, oh no, he's fit as a fiddle, nothing wrong with his head.
He has a problem with numbers, he can't repeat what he sees.
He wears presidential big boy diapers, that hang at his knees.
He hates ex-president Trump, for some stupid reason unknown.
Maybe because Trump is a grown man and Joe is half grown.
He's going to beat Trump like a stepchild, he says in 2020.
 Seems like braggadicio from a Democrat deenergized dummy.
He talks some pretty big numbers for someone who can't count.
He's overloading his piehole with a ton of crap he can't surmount.
MSM fake polls are no longer helping, the truth has sunk in.
Biden has gone off the deep end and he's too weak to swim.
 Joe's suffering from narcissism, thinking too much of himself.
When he's a worn out old man how do you fake good mental health.
D.L. Crockett -- 7/9/24