How Do You Rob Me, Joseph Robinette Biden? How do you commit crimes? Let me count the ways.
You rob me to the depth and breadth and height
My bank can reach, when interest's out of sight
For the ends of food and war for peace.
You rob me to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by son and corporate-might.
You rob me freely, as men strive for right.
You rob me purely, as they fight fake praise.
You rob me with the power you abuse
In Great Resets, and with blind scientism’s faith.
You rob me with a love for kids you use
With your lost brains. Masks rob me of my breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, when God choose,
I shall but loathe thee better after death.
