He's angry, he's yelling, he slanders and smears.
He's an evil old fool, who mongers fake fears.
He's creepy, he's ghostly, he's out for blood.
Everyone's thinking, good grief, what a dud.

His face is contorted, the spittle is flying.
In millions of homes, scared babies are crying.
He's clueless, he's lost it, he's out of his gourd.
No one likes the future, he's pushing us towards.

He's hateful, he's crazy, he persecutes Trump.
He's proven again, he's really a chump.
He rambles, he mumbles, he's carrying on.
Everyone's saying, the fool's mind is gone.

He hates anybody, who doesn't agree.
He hates the idea of the land of the free.
He hates milk and honey, he takes it away.
He loves killing babies and people who pray.

He lives in a world without common sense.
He must be defeated, come two years hence.
He blathers, he dithers, he's high on pills.
He's speaking to us from the gates of Hell.

He's not being capricious, he's not joking around.
He isn't facetious, no matter how dumb he sounds.
He's a hypocrit, a liar, he's the backwards man.
For most Americans he don't give a damn.

He's Brandon, he's Joey, he's King Robinette.
He wants Americans, drowning in debt.
Some fools are saying, he fights for America's soul.
Those fools are snockered, eyes covered with wool.

There will be a future, without his crackdreams.
his ranting and raving, his damn commienist schemes.
I'm praying, you're praying, he'll soon be gone.
You go Joe Brandon and we'll carry on.
D.L. Crockett -- 9/3/22