Tetragrammaton Anon....

 Winkin' Blinken, and Biden

Still hidin' 

As their poll numbers are a slidin'

Want to give Russia a hidin'

Winkin' Drinkin' Biden

Maybe out a ridin'

Cock sure of whore that he does adore

Not abhore

As he does mightily snore

All the more

The grand old boar

Goin' out the door

Of time and fate 

He is too damned late

For us to rate

With more and more hate

Dumped onto his plate

"The dumb son-of-a-bitch"

Has gotten so rich

Without a hitch

Or even a stitch

Of clothing

That is loathing

As the nation takes a hozing

The ultimate political animal

And a high stakes gambler to-boot

Who has made his loot

Using his root

To shoot

His wrinkled old load

This oily old toad

Mr. always in the middle of the road

Has risen at last-and-

And like Faust still a-rising

And rising and rising

Ever higher and higher...

A Mephostaphilian brew

Known only by the few

With the stench of sulphur-

P-U

Winkin' and Blinkin' @Biden.com

Still hidin' their own true face

From the chaste at Chase

As they build their new

True blue

Master race

Well considered 

And not in haste

Red, white and black

A super dupper smach down

To those who lack

Melination 

One hell of a nation

Is their vocation

Or maybe their vacation

From reality

These bums

Are great chums

Who throw us their crumbs

Let us live in slums

As the system hums

The Devil's dynamo

Ho-ho-ho

Way to go

Joe. Blow!

"Pitty those who win the game 

But loose the love they saught to claim."

Got us in a rowe

With the worst possibly foe

Nuclear Armeggedon 

Seems to be our way a headin'

Rootin'-Tootin'-Putin

Will our way be a shootin'

Hypersonic missiles

And Orthodox Epistles

You've got Trump

By the rump

But Vlad you will not thump

An impaler not an inhaler

A soldier and a sailor

Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy

Eagle-eye and private thigh

A quiet evening, a sensual sigh

Hell to pay, the Devil to play

A new world war 

In honor of Thor

One finds in humans

Something so sadly lacking

City sacking, body hacking

Smacking, wacking and snacking

On the body parts of children

A world to win

A soul to lose

A mind to confuse

With yesterday's news

No prisoners taken

No quarter given

The spirit of life

Fatally riven

Common sense and decency

From this animal now driven

Humanity's better half

To join the frey

And men to slay

The politicals resort to this kind of sport

Newly emergred from the social retort

Capitalism's crowning glory

Is a new version of gory

The final bookend of the human story.