Joe’s old shows of blonde leg hair
were just a pedophilic snare
Ironic since his head went bare -
can’t lure young kids that way

But now he’s here at 81 -
he says, again, he needs to run
ignoring all the damage done
but it was planned that way

I’ve looked at Joe from all sides now
There’s no real substance, yet somehow
it’s his delusions that appall,
along with his Chinese cabal

Teleprompters, airplane stairs,
and shaking hands when no one’s there
No bikes, we’ll get your wheelchair
We took your ‘Vette away

It’s obvious your mind is slow
Your voting bloc is not gung ho,
so now we think it’s apropos
to say you’ve overstayed

I’ve looked at Joe from all sides now
There’s no real substance, yet somehow
it’s his delusions that appall
as well as his Chinese cabal


Jill was just some broad you plowed
She hoped that you would do her proud
so naughty showers she allowed
The diary’s on display

Supporters ask “Will you campaign,
or in your basement just remain?”
At least you can’t get a migraine -
no place for it to stay

I’ve looked at Joe from all sides now
There’s no real substance, yet somehow
It’s his delusions that appall
I wish him tons of strife, that’s all