He went with Harris
looking for voters
of black folks to go to the polls.

She was impressive
left and aggressive
but couldn't win a state on her own

But his campaign that seizes
to walk out in breezes
Led her ambitions his way...
His staffers and handlers
told him who his Veep was
as more of his thoughts slipped away.

He went to Wilmington
booked a gymnasium
And brought a few media with him.
He wore his mask tight, he brought his good wife
as Kamala sat right next to him.
He had no answers, cause he took no questions
He looked confused most the day...
'Cause he liked the quiet
basement campaigning' as
twenty more thoughts slipped away.

Well, age took his memory.
The press interviewed his lady.
His campaign left him to the side.
His cognition was battered.
His memory was shattered.
And all he could do was read lines.

While his polls were falling some media kept calling
for answers they'd never found.
So he went back to his safe space, back home near the ocean
and returned to his basement underground.

Now she is the highlight
as he's in his twilight
and drinks his green label each day.
Reading his memoirsThinkn' bout Corn-Pop
But he don't know what most people say.
Through Seventy-seven years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile, and he'll say,
“C'mon, man! Some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I just might be President one day."

And he went with Harris
Lookin' for voters
Of black folks that bothered him so

It's like we ain't even scratched the surface on Kamala. eeewwww.

good one, El.p.

Good one el Presidente