I wish Sleepy Joe the best.
Be assured I hid a pest
somewhere in the office walls
which responds to twitter calls.
You’d better change the old nuke code,
in case I get in launching mode.
It only takes small ammo fare
to destroy all Delaware.
You do love trains, Old Sleepy Joe.
So I’ll bomb tracks before I go.
I’ll stir up so damned much trouble,
you’ll plead for Obama’s bubble.
Moscow Mitch will have your ass.
And not one Senate bill will pass.
Proud Boys in each Dem big city,
get your guns. This won’t be pretty.
I held back one airborne plague.
They say my effort was vague.
Yes, there’s something up my sleeve.
I’ve got germs you won’t believe.
Here’s a tube marked ‘Red Death Core’
I’ll release in Baltimore.
Philly, which sure disappointed,
will with ‘kill flu’ be anointed.
Of my last act I’ll now boast:
“Giant Earthquake Ends West Coast!”
Libs will scream, “No More! No More!”
And I’ll return in twenty-four.