The Codger went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for votes to steal
He was in a bind cause he was way behind, but he was unwillin’ to make a deal
He stepped to the podium and obnoxiously shouted that if you didn’t agree with him you were racist
Comparing all to the infamous democrats Bull Connors and Jefferson Davis while continuing to shout his well-worn phrases from his same old playlist
The old man and his sidekick were failures, so bad that his biggest hard-working supporter didn’t bother to show up
If there was a contest for panderers and liars these two would be awarded the first place loving cup
He had won promising to unite but now had taken to calling a high percentage of Americans derogatory names
Inflation is setting new records, the pandemic is raging across the nation, the supply chain is in horrible shape, and we’re all watching his presidency go down in flames
The geezer and his cronies are desperately trying to hold on, but there is no lifeline to be seen
His Build Back Better program is being picked apart like buzzards on roadkill. It’s looking like the end of the democratic machine
They can look to themselves for not having a better candidate and there appears to be no saviour on a white horse
Hillary, Stacy, and Pete are trying to elbow their way to the front and hoping their promises will be enough for the party to endorse
The failed presidential candidate, the failed gubenatorial candidate and the failed supply chain chief continue the hopeful parade of wash-outs
They have accomplished nothing in the world wide scheme of things and are currently standing in line behind this old coot who shouts
When the codger finished, the republicans said, “Well you’re pretty bad ol’ son
But head to your basement in Delaware and let us show you how it’s done”
An Observer of Life in Bad Poetry 