There once was a man named Creepy Joe
He molests Humans and sniffs on fros.
He stands senile on his geriatric box
He rubs his hands at the children he stalks.
He can’t find America on a U.S. map
He lives for children to sit on his lap.
Keep Creepy Joe away from your house
He’ll fondle you and lift your wife’s blouse.
He’ll say he’s sorry and blame it on the Cuomos
He’ll then smile and say “at least I’m not a Homo.”
He’s old Creepy Joe and he says that he doesn’t lie
He’s anal raping the country and going in dry.
As he’s doing it, he’ll do it with a smile
While all Creepy’s supporters live in denial.
The group who supports him are mob of rats
Demo of ignorance from uglies and fats.
Creepy Joe is the pride of their flock
all while sucking on a big Black co…… Rock.
5 thoughts on “A Man Named Creepy Joe – By Ghost”
Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of every day human events.
Thanks i hate it
That was trash
very inspired poem you created, ghost.
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