Obama's My Weapon - In Biden's Own Words

Folks say I'm struggling That I'm old and confused, They don't see all the haggling Which leaves them bemused. My colleagues are wordy My enemies too, But my willpower is sturdy As I'm all for the Blue. If now a bit slower Even friends I seem faze, But post Trump the bar's lower And that's my fail safe. The Media's a pain What's with the shouting, I shan't play their game Their continual doubting. Then there's old Bernie And his Marxists galore, With their bone headed journey To simply point score. Republicans matter not a bit in my mind Obstructive and loudly they wail, But Politics taught to never be kind So let them act up and sullenly rail. As to the Trumpers, what can I say They live in a universe all of their own, Their partisan anger a cause for dismay While the stolen election they relive every day. When all's said and done I'm proud of my job Obama's on side to bring me relief, My one secret weapon to quieten the mob Sharing the load to make my weeks brief.