Sleepy, sleepy Joe, once at the helm,
A nation's fate entrusted to his realm.
The 46th, then veep, he held the reins,
Yet chaos brewed, and sanity waned.
Many US citizens, with furrowed brows,
Saw a leader who cared not for sacred vows.
A border crisis loomed, a flood of souls,
Eleven million strong, illegal goals.
Migration's cost, a staggering sum,
$132 billion yearly, and more to come.
Yet some of these migrants, with hearts so cold,
Took American lives, their stories untold.
Economic woes, homelessness, despair,
While Joe, in slumber, seemed blissfully unaware.
His country wept, its pain a silent plea,
An irresponsible leader, blind to their plea.
But what of his penchant, that curious quirk?
Innocent girls, their presence a perk.
Sniffing, they say, when parents stood near,
Creepy Joe, they whispered, fueled by fear.
And when other nations, faced turmoil and strife,
Joe's priorities shifted, a dance with life.
An unfaithful husband, he courted the world,
While America suffered, her flag unfurled.
She yearns for a man, a caring embrace,
A president true, who'll champion her case.
Not a sleepy figure, lost in dreams,
But a leader awake, to mend her seams.
ESTÁ A LER
Travel: A Collection of Poems
PoesiaTravel is life. An art of wandering, the poetry of movement, and the symphony of discovery. I travel around the world only to see it in pain, filled with sorrow and injustice. It became sick of diseases that weakened its immune system. That immune...
