The Lying King

Fartin' biden leads his team,
Into battle with the Right's Memes.
Leaky diaper in his pants,
With cackling Harris, dazed he stands.

Whom is it they fight you ask?
All those people with no masks?
Or perhaps those who object,
To forcefully vaccine inject?

Those darn people crying foul,
Angers him and strains his jowl.
Chants have gone to his head,
Keeps him from his early bed.

Confused, seething, stiffly howls,
All that stress loosened his bowels.
Doctor Jill knows Joe is numb,
In his mouth she sticks her thumb.

Agitated and fists are out,
Aims his enemies to rout.
Oh and enemies are those,
Who his idiocy oppose.

Behind a gym he wants to take ya,
For heaven's sake, he's going to sniff ya!
Feel you up, inhale you in,
Harassment charges? "C'mon man".

Memory plays malicious tricks,
Silly gibberish he speaks.
Flips and flops this tool all day,
On the border and illegals' pay.

"All Americans are home",
Clueless is his hair-plugged dome.
From Afghanistan hightailed,
On his face he fell and flailed.

Less than competent, demented,
That's the image he cemented.
Every time he strains his brain,
Fills his diaper, pants get stained.