Your Cheatin’ Heart …

The Mediacircustops elbowed each other for position. It was another impeachment scrum and the news was positively juicy. Dinos couldn’t wait to take a bite out of it.

The Moscowmitch stepped up to the rocky lectern.

“I just want to remind our Grandoldparty dinos that we will be staying lock-step with the Tyrumposaurus, the Oval Dwelling and all his legal dino hangers-on throughout the upcoming Sin Hut trial. No surprises. Everything I do, we will be coordinating with the Oval Dwelling, every single step of the way.”

“Excuse me, Moscowmitch?”

It was the Hogangidley, a Mediacircustops sub-species on the T-Rump communication team.

“Not now, Hogan. I’m in the middle of some quality shock-and-awe news. Please be quiet so they can feel the full affect.” He turned back to the Mediacircustops melee. “Again, we already know the outcome. There is positively no way the T-Rump will be impeached.”

“We’ll see about that!”

The Jerrynadler jumped up onto a nearby rock that gave him a leg up on the Moscow Mitch.

“You took a special oath to the Continental Divide when you sit in a dino impeachment trial. You pledged to do impartial justice and you just said you’re going to work with the T-Rump and his team? That’s a violation of your oath. A complete subversion of the Continental Divide scheme. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Now, now, Nadler, don’t get your tail in a knot. I do recall the …”

“Moscowmitch?” It was the Hogangidley again.

“Hogan! Don’t you have a home to go to?”

The Hogangidley withdrew somewhat.

“As I was saying, the Duckbill Clintonsaurus spoke a couple of times with his Grandoldparty dinos when he was being impeached for lying.”

“While the T-Rump is approaching 15 thousand lies,” said the Jerrynadler.

“Ah, but not one under oath.”

“Because you won’t let him talk under oath. You know he would perjure himself in three syllables.”

“Moscowmitch?” asked Hogan.

“What in bluegrass blazes is it, Hogan?”

“I – I … well, I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you.”

“Well, uh … that’s nice, Hogan. I don’t know if this is the time or place for it.”

“I wrote you a song.”

“You did. Well, imagine that.” The Moscowmitch paused. No one had ever written a song for him. He perked up and forgot about dino party biz for a minute. “Maybe that’s what we need,” he said, warming to his audience. “A little pick me up from these past few weeks of negative, partisan division. Go ahead, Hogan. Let’s hear it. Ahem. Sing it loud now so the dinos in the back can hear you.”


Your cheatin’ heart

For all us sheep

We lie and lie

Then buy some creep

That creep’s so dumb

What can we do?

Your cheatin’ heart is right on cue


When T-Rump gets down

And acts insane

I hit the ground

And find no shame

To pout some more

The way I do

Your cheatin’ heart looks good on you


Your cheatin’ heart

So much to say

Push comes to shove

You’ll save the day

Their facts, ho-hum

Impeach? Can’t do!

Your cheatin’ heart, our world view


Ukraine shake-down

Seems pretty plain

Corruption found

Cuz that’s our name

You’ll walk next door

To T-Rump’s crew

Your cheatin’ heart will see us through 



You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!

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