The two Okla-Tulsa workers went about their mundane task, taking turns with their tails, knocking down rock-by-rock the auxiliary flat rock lectern. Disgust weighed down their grunts. This was make work. The lectern had been set up for the secondary Tyrumposaurus rally point that never happened. The two dinos were locals, the Greenwood — a herbivore — and the Blackwallstreet. They went by Woody and Wally.
Woody’s tail stopped knocking rocks for a moment so he could catch his breath.
“I hear the T-Rump was mighty upset when he looked down from the cliff and saw such a small crowd of his dinos.”
“Yeah, them Firemarshall dinos were johnny-on-the-spot to say only sixty-two-hundred-and-thirteen dinos showed up. That’s some high countin’.”
“Not near enough for the T-Rump. They was expectin’ a hundred, then fifty, then forty thousand to show up. They was beggin’ that last coupla hours, Wally. Beggin’ they was.”
“H-o-o-o-e-e-e-e-e. That Brad Parscale, he started it all by predictin’ a million dinos was gonna show up. The Tyvankanatrix an’ the Kushneratops, they be P-O’d at him big-time.
“Capital P. Capital O.”
“Uh-huh. He be lucky if he can get a job promotin’ baby dino birthdays.”
“I don’t think so, Wally. He just leave cryin’ babies in his wake, he would. You know what that Daveyaxelrod says, a good Politicodino under promises and over delivers, not the other way around. That pooper-scooper Parscale, he’s got it the other way around.”
“Got his tail on backwards.”
“Thass right. And they had the privilege nerve, you know the nerve I’m talkin’ about?”
“Lordy, I do.”
“The nerve to say it was them protesters who kept them all out.”
“Them? Who dat? There was all of one little dino squattin’ there, causin’ no ruckus. Not one peep. She just had the wrong colored skin is all. No matter with that. Unh-uh. Still a free Dino Nation last time I checked.”
“Sure be. I hear those Tiktokkitytiktok dinos done punked the T-Rump. Imagine that. Little kids pullin’ one over on the most powerful dino in the Trumpassic Period. Wasn’t that special, Wally?”
“It sure was, but I gotta ask you somethin’.”
“Ask me what?”
Where have all the Trumpers gone?
I’m just asking
Where have all the Trumpers gone?
They sink so low
Where have all the Trumpers gone?
They became bigots, one-by-one
When will justice return?
When will we ever learn?
Where have all the bigots gone?
I’m just asking
Where have all the bigots gone?
They hate to know
Where have all the bigots gone?
They became yes men, every one
When will justice return?
When will we ever learn?
Where have all the yes men gone?
I’m just asking
Where have all the yes men gone?
Say it ain’t so
Where have all the yes men gone?
They became grifters, one-by-one
When will justice return?
When will we ever learn?
Where have all the grifters gone?
I’m just asking
Where have all the grifters gone?
Our money they did blow
Where have all the grifters gone?
They became convicts, every one
When will justice return?
When will we ever learn?
Where have all the convicts gone?
I’m just asking
Where have all the convicts gone?
Pardoned like so
Where have all the convicts gone?
Back to Trumpers one-by-one
When will justice return?
When will we ever learn?
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David Belisle 