It was after the debate,
and Joe Biden needed
The urge was just too strong
to whip out and stroke his dong.
Known as the ‘hands on candidate,’
Senator Biden was a huge reprobate.
Frottering the ladies and sniffing hair,
Joe’s wayward touching was everywhere.
He just had to find a room quick and soon
to drop his pants lest he become a buffoon.
Where was a bathroom, a closet, a trash bin?
Somewhere to commit his secret sin
Suddenly the senator’s ears were as alert as his dick.
A kerfuffle was going on in the thick.
A midwestern squealing,
shrill and unappealing,
wafted through a closed door.
“I said I wanted Perrier, not La Croix,
you thoughtless, dim-witted whore!”
The sound of a can hitting a wall,
frantic apologies, and a voice saying ‘damn ’em all.’
Out spilled an intern and an aide,
running away like their boss was the plague.
Red faced with hands on her hips,
it was Senator Amy Klobuchar in a fit.
The eyes of Satan flashing firey hell,
suddenly, on Joe Biden her glance fell.
“Senator Biden, what a nice surprise!”
Amy’s voice, saccharine sweet,
declared without missing a beat.
‘Oh, Amy, you were so great!
You caused Senator Sanders’
socialist ideals to deflate…
And looking so beautiful too.
Let me give you a congratulatory hug
and a little kiss. Hold still, I won’ t miss.
Mmm..Is that Pert Plus?”
“Well, you know me,
I don’t like to make a fuss,”
said Amy, patting her hair.
Mr. Biden reached subtly her derriere.
“You’d make a great VP, Amy.”
“Joe, do you have a VD?”
“Nope, not me.”
“Then close the door; let me see.
I’ve always wanted to fuck you,
“Well, Amy, my dick was made for ridin’.”
And ride is what she did,
frantic liver spotted hands
clawing against her soft skin.
“I’m not getting off,” moaned Klobuchar,
Bouncing up and down on his cock.
“You better make me come, mother fucker,”
she said, in threat and demand.
She perched on the dressing room table,
Joe went down with his mouth,
on a vagina that smelled like cheese
but tasted like stale ale.
“Wait, I know what I need.
Get up and get me my purse.”
She dug to the bottom of her bag,
And pulled out a plastic fork.
“Fuck me by that wall;
I want to look in the mirror
and see it all.”
“Ma’am, I aim to please,
But what Amy did next
the geriatric man to his knees.
Amy shoved the fork’s handle,
without much preamble,
up Biden’s behind.
who was about to
shoot his load.
“It’s my kink,
plus I shudder to think
of ever being without