Nobody Home
I shook him and shook him but he wouldn’t waken
He had to wake up to take his medication
It isn’t for pleasure or for recreation
But just for the sake of the USA nation
But on second thoughts, severe constipation
Or send him away on a lengthy vacation
or get him to queue for that new vaccination
For anything else could be mortal damnation
And then he awoke with some consternation
Where am I he said with much irritation
I think he was having a hallucination
He looked up and asked me, am I a Dalmatian?
It’s my job to offer a daily summation
I gave him the gen on the evacuation
We’re ending our Afghanistan occupation
Really, he said, has there been consultation?
I told him the Afghans now face conflagration
Afghan? he said, oh, a shaggy Alsatian
I knew this would be an inane conversation
His mind was a void, that's no exaggeration
You’ve pulled out too quickly in my estimation
Jill’s ironic nodding belied her frustration
He didn’t respond with a quick protestation
And Jill’s little grin was a saucy flirtation
The topic I changed to the Covid contagion
He needed to issue a communication
We need to consider some rules relaxation
His vacant stare offered no illumination
He said that that pot plant needs fast irrigation
He whipped out his weener and issued hydration
He grinned as he offered a brief explanation
My name is Joe Biden, for your information
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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