The still night was broken by the dull roar of the dinosaur snore outside the small hamlet of Straightforward-up-to-Heaven. The droning, dozing dino was the Jerrynadler, lead tail wagger on the Kongrus Kave investigative committee. The future of Dino Nation weighed heavily upon his wee mind. A mind that couldn’t shake the spear of a thought that suddenly pierced his wake-the-neighborhood slumber. He began talking in his sleep …
To impeach or overreach; that is the question
Whether ‘tis wiser in the walnut to pounce upon
The titanic untruths of a T-Rump tyranny
Or suffer the security-cleared sycophants
And by securing them, expose them? To overreach: to beseech;
No more; and by a speech to say we shed light
On this plight, this blight of billions of moolah-moolah kept from sight
That the T-Rump is heir to, ‘tis an abomination
Devoutly to be ditched. To speak, to leak;
To leak: perchance to snub: ay, there’s the club
For in that leak of stealth, such insurance wealth!
When 81 slither off as true snake oil,
Must give us pause as the Michaelcohen ‘hind closed door
That makes the Manaforta a manifest mess
For who would bear Huckabee’s huckster B.S.
The Kellyanne alt-fact, her proud man’s prompt redact
The Stormy pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns, the spurns! — from Hopehixbagotrix
That patient merit that MeToo Time’s Up takes,
And I, myself might my quietus make
Or the Rudygiuliani, whom fools still bear yet I forsake
His grunt, his sweat, his merry strife
But that the T-Rump sneer, his leer after overreach
His future detour from whose chasm
All dinos spasm, shrivels the schnizzle
And makes us rather bear the Putinodon
The crown prince and the Kimjongadon?
This new normal bringing tail betwixt bowed legs
And thus the Mitchgetbacktowork confusion
Constrained to the Stephenmillerus sick, sick thought
And enterprises of greatest, ghoulish oligarchs
With the Kushneratops, our everything expert turned awry
Yon abyss his experience.–Soft you now!
The fair Justice! Prevail, in thy horizons
Be all the T-Rump’s sins remember’d.
A faint smile crossed the Jerrynadler’s face, he smacked his lips and rolled over, his dull roar snore reclaiming the night.
David Belisle 