Merrick and Jack, by Joe Biden

Was my predecessor a criminal?

Opinions on that widely diverged,

Donald Trump was open, not liminal,

Was charging him criminal? Had I splurged?


I want to persuade you that I had not,

One reason.is that I delegated,

A bullet to him could not be my shot,

Separated pow'rs are consecrated.


Merrick and Jack together called the shots,

Sometimes I wish they both had gone faster,

We all had our roles, we acted our lots,

We all tried to save you from disaster.


I'm pretty far gone now, you all know why,

I disclose: This was written by AI.










   

 

Sdp






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