An old hack who is out of his mind,
Who for decades robbed taxpayers blind
And feathered his nest
With foreign largesse:
He’s the best that the Party could find?
From the archive
“I’m Joe Biden, I’m ‘ill’ and talk smack,
I’m all down with the dudes that smoke crack,
All the boys in the ’hood
Know I’m ‘bad’ (which means good):
If you don’t vote for me, you ain’t black.”
RUNNING ON EMPTY
“I’m Joe Biden, I’m running for press event!
What I mean is, I’m running for peppermints!
Folks, I’m not really senile,
You can trust me, and meanwhile:
I’m Joe Biden, I’m running for Pepsodent!”
Of a scandal, there’s not been a whiff?
Biden, Kerry, Pelosi, and Schiff
All have ties to Ukraine
That they cannot explain:
It’s no longer a question of if.
“There’s no conflict for me or for Sonny –
That’s a fact, even if it sounds funny.
You can trust me,” says Joe,
“There was no quid pro quo
When we traded influence for money.”
Mrs. Clinton considers her play:
“Why, just look what befell JFK!
Look at Garfield and Lincoln,
McKinley — I’m thinkin’
Vice president might be okay.”
What a vile conglomeration
Of every abomination:
In Clinton’s wake,
Only villains will make
A bid for the nomination.
Last week’s limerick
How unnerving for you and for me
When we’re up on the mountain and see
The whole slope start to crumble
And then suddenly tumble:
Kevin Clinesmith’s decided to plea.