Glass Joe

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 ass 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 ass.
People laugh because I can't fight 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 ass 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)