A Plea

No amount of spin will change it

No campaign can re-arrange it

Uncle Joe’s now Babbling Biden

From that fact, there is no hidin’

So, here’s the thing my old amigo

Don’t ruin the country for the sake of ego

How dare you consider another term

While clearly being so infirm

If you lose, which is quite certain

We’ll live like we’re behind the Iron Curtain

And even if you win, we’ll have a leader

Who’ll need a nurse to be his feeder

I might say you should be stepping down

But you step like a handicapped circus clown

It’s better to say please now bow out with honor

Or the country we love will be a goner