Falling up the stairs,
The simple Biden thought,
Do they really like me?
Or did I win it not?
I travel to the country,
Red flags align my route.
They’re shouting, I can hear them.
Don’t know what that’s about.
At ballparks, crowds all chant,
They expletive my name.
The children run and tremble.
They just don’t smell the same.
I heard the people chose me,
Kamala told me straight.
And sitter Jilly said, “See?
They meet you at the gate!”
But at the gate it’s hostile,
A nightmare not a dream.
And no one even offers,
To get me some ice cream.
Their faces twist in anger,
No smiles adorn their face.
They sneer and snarl and gesture,
As I come into their space.
No I don’t think they chose me.
Methinks it’s all a ruse.
But I will never tell them,
Or Xi will bring a noose.
So there, a rock and hard place,
A noose in China’s grip,
Or face the face of justice,
As all learn of what I did.
I need to take a nap now.
It’s past my time to go.
Later I’ll call Hunter.
He’s the smartest guy I know.
