I don't understand the a*s-backwards reasoning, used by the left.
I can't stand the self righteous hypocisy at which they're adept.
It's their way of casting aspersions, of bearing false witness.
Their way of winning the argument, it's how they conduct business.
Piling on the weak and the innocent, getting coerced confessions.
The typical demonrat method of working out their aggressions.

I can't fathom the minds of idiots, I can't make sense out of nothing.
I can't listen to Joe Biden's gibberish thinking I could learn something.
I can't unbrainwash the endarkened, I can't show them the light.
If I can't sink to their demonic levels, how can I win the good fight.
How can I make a promise if I know it will never ever be kept.
I can't deceive and lie with abandon, or hold an office acquired by reft.

I can't sink to the levels the leftist swamp scum have sunk.
I can't support a usurper president, who has to know he's a punk.
I can't put any trust in a puppet with a bug up his dumba*s.
Who deprives us of our modus operandi,  while sniffing his own gas.
I'm sick of posturing posers, transgender drag queens in our faces.
I'm sick of the white house buffoonery in D.C.s highest places.

I've had enough of Sponge Biden Liar Face, and his damn entourage.
I'm sick of MSM praise for Joe, which is a manufactured mirage.
I've had enough of democrat pandering to society's dregs.
I'm sick of them telling us it's raining, as they piss on our legs.
I'm tired of Droopy Dog's justice, Wray's dereliction of duty.
Of hearing that everythings peachy, when everythings dooty.

I refuse to take leave of my sanity or lose control of my wits.
Or swear fealty to a moron and his malfeasant cadre of twits.
I won't follow a puppetmaster and join his legions of goons.
I would have more trust in Bugs Bunny and his looney tunes.
My scribblings are pertinent, my message must be spread.
My brain is operational and functioning unlike the braindead.
D.L. Crockett -- 9/11/23