ASHE IN AMERICA

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.