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Run, Joe, Run! And the people represent,
mama always said you'd be President.
  Somethin' else mama said was
  stupid is as stupid does
and I think we all know what mama meant!

Run, Joe, Run! And let the people decide
but mama always knew your brain was fried.
  I think America knows
  that your Presidency blows
and there’s never been a greater divide!

Run, Joe, Run! But to us all first explain
your own family's sudden wealth and gain.
  For left in a repair shop
  on your crackhead son's laptop
are shady deals with China and Ukraine!

Run, Joe, Run! You had big pockets to fill
and Hunter filled 'em for you and for Jill.
  But, Joe, it's not a good look
  to be a fool and a crook
gettin' caught with your hands in the till!

Run, Joe, Run! But sadly it must be said
if you were any stiffer you'd be dead.
  It would be better for you
  if you had any damn clue
to let someone (anyone) run instead!

Run, Joe, Run! Until that's all she wrote,
mama always said we all need to vote.
  America's Ship of State
  needs a captain strong and great
but your sinkin’ ship is an old shrimp boat!

Run, Joe, Run! But Kamala is a curse
and her cacklin' word salads just get worse.
  Joe fogs up in the west wing
  and she’s a you know…the thing
but she ain't ya mama and ain't ya nurse!

Run, Joe, Run! But stop all the fear and hate,
mama always said it's never too late.
  O’ but we are all agreed
  that America don't need
a mindfu-cked Manchurian candidate!


            Written: June 2024

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