Trump, In Verse

I call Joe Biden “Crooked Joe,”
kept saying that he had to go,
and now that he’s announced he will –
I act like it’s a bitter pill.
I claim from Joe the race Dems stole;
that he’s no longer in control.
I say that he’s not fit to serve
for one more day. Dems threw a curve
and now, their latest move to scare us:
elevating VP Harris
in a move I call a fraud.
Just wait ‘til I attack this broad:
as crazy as a bed bug she’s.
I ridicule her expertise,
while I think that I’ve got a chance
by bringing on board J.D. Vance.
I’ve said the way she laughs is “crazy.”
(My command of facts is hazy.)
Ineffective “Border Czar.”
(That border bill? Nope – au revoir.)
She said she hadn’t been to Europe.
(Ketchup is my favorite syrup.)
I’m hurling insults far and wide;
less unity, and more divide.
The campaign now begins anew
since Crooked Joe has bid adieu.
With God’s help, I survived that shot –
but Kamala’s run? Maybe not.