Brandon, the Panderer

To the tune of “The Wanderer”

Oh well, Joe’s the type of guy who will

never say things straight.

Where there are votes to fish for, well,

you know that he can’t wait.

He makes up things and he borrows words.

To him it’s all the same.

He grew up with Jews, Puerto Ricans and

bad dudes.

It’s all a shifty game.

Just call him the panderer,

Yeah, the panderer.

His lies abound, abound, abound.

He agreed that an illegal in Georgia had

murdered that college girl,

But then he quickly apologized to stay in with

the far-left world.

He’s shown that he’s now in thick with them and

their victimology.

He’s even on board with the “newcomer” corrupt

terminology.

‘Cause he’s the panderer,

Yeah, the panderer.

His faults abound, abound, abound.

Oh well, it’s the life he chose,

Avoiding voter rejection.

Checking how the wind blows

Before the next election.

So, this time he’s in with the left except

there’s been a hitch.

The bloody mess in Palestine conflicts with

his Jewish pitch.

He wants more money for Israel to pursue its

genocide.

While life support for the victims

he’d showily provide.

Oh yeah, the panderer

Is in a quandary.

His trials abound, abound, abound.

So, this time he’s in with the left except

there’s been a hitch.

The bloody mess in Palestine conflicts with

his Jewish pitch.

He wants more money for Israel to pursue its

genocide.

While life support for the victims

he’d showily provide.

Yeah, ‘cause he’s a panderer,

Yeah, a panderer.

His trials abound, abound, abound, abound,

abound, abound, abound.

‘Cause he’s a panderer.

He’s a panderer.

His lies abound, abound, abound, abound.

David Martin

March 13, 2024

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