Yo, the Vice President-Elect just got a draft in the hall,
Somebody took a literal swing at the Buckeye State wall.
No policy debates, just a brick and a dream,
Turning peaceful Cincinnati into a shattered glass scene.
From Hillbilly Elegy to a hardware store run,
Looks like somebody's New Year wasn't all fun.
JD's windows go CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,
Secret Service on the lawn, no looking back.
Broken glass on the floor, yeah, the tension is high,
When the political climate starts falling from the sky.
Either way, that repair bill is breaking the bank.
He’s got the keys to the West Wing, the power, the glitz,
But back home in Ohio, the glass is in bits.
Switch up the flow—keep the perimeter tight,
Who knew that transparency would cost him all night?
Suspect in the cage, JD’s on the page,
Just another day of that high-octane rage.
Keep the shutters closed, man.
