A poem
With story after story examining the age of Joe Biden, perhaps it’s time to take a poetry break. So here it is, poetry ripped from the maw of TFG, Poet (who is just four years younger than Pres. Biden, and a lot more involved in our judicial system):
They have pupils from foreign countries
From countries where they don't even know what the language is.
We have nobody that even teaches it.
These are languages that nobody ever heard of.
#
Get that war settled. It’s a bad war.
And Putin has so little respect for Obama that he's starting to throw around the nuclear word
You’ve heard that.
Nuclear.
#
The radical left Democrats are at it again.
What they do is they say, “Oh, he had trouble getting off a stage.”
I have no trouble getting off a stage. Anybody that watches what I do at rallies would say, “Wow, that's amazing. He can go two hours without a teleprompter, not making even a little mistake.”
Very few people, maybe almost nobody, can do what I do.
#
They will kill the baby in eight months, nine months.
Under Roe v. Wade
They had the right to kill the baby after birth.
I mean, literally.
After birth — in some cases.
#
Hello, Reno. We love Reno and very special, very special people. I’m thrilled to be back.
There once was a man named Putin, whose puppet was rootin and tootin, when the votes were done, his puppet won and the America we once loved was gone!
Ahhh:
The Ballad of a Bully:
I ain’t dumb
I ain’t mal-informed
I’m just a bully
Who’s a-feared of being scorned.