I'm an ex-prizefighter and my name is Glass Joe. If you're wondering if I could win fights, the answer is no. I got my *** kicked by a shrimp and his name is Little Mac. I got knocked out in the first round when that boy attacked. I'm called Glass Joe because my jaw is made of glass. It was humiliating because anybody could kick my ***. People laugh at my losses and it's something I resent. I happen to be Glass Joe Biden and I'm the President. I run America but I sure can't take a punch. If you hit me in my stomach, I'll lose my lunch. I lied to everybody when I said that I came from France. I got *** whippings in the ring, I never stood a chance. Even old women could knock me out and I'm not a fighter anymore. If Americans learn that I lost ninety-nine fights, I won't win in 2024.
This poem was inspired by the Punch-Out video game