They squatted like so many bumps on a log. Big but suddenly unimportant bumps. It was moving out day at the Oval Dwelling and the Tyrumposaurus, his offspring and their forlorn family broods waited patiently in an open clearing in the jungle. The Sore Loser Send-Off would not be complete until the non-family dinos arrived. They’d planned for six thousand but would settle for six. The family group stared straight ahead in silence. There was no idle chatter or small talk because there was no investment return. As well, the T-Rumps did not have the social acumen to care what the person beside them was thinking. Even if they were family.
Five minutes passed. A dino finally came huffing and puffing down the path. It was the Markmeadows.
“You’re late,” barked the T-Rump in perhaps his final tyrannical tirade.
“Sorry, I slept in.”
“Where are others? You were supposed to bring five dinos with you. I said bring five.” He turned to his family. “Didn’t I say bring five?”
The line of squatting dinos all nodded as one.
“I — I, well, as much as I hate to admit it, none of my friends wanted to come. They’re all at the Joe–”
“Stop. Don’t say it.”
The T-Rump’s children could feel the seething rage bubbling beneath the surface in their father at this colossal snub. It was too much for the T-Rump Jr. Tears sprang from his eyes.
“Dad, you were great, dad. I’m so, so sorry it had to end this way.”
“It didn’t end, damn you. It was all the Mincepencenow’s fault. One more lie. I just needed one more lie. I didn’t lose. Don’t worry. I’ll be back in some form.”
Eric wiped a tear from his eye.
“What’s that mean, dad? Some form? Are you cutting me loose, is that it? Don’t cut me loose, dad. I’ll be good.”
Behind the cover of their cheesy grins, the Kushneratops spoke with his wife in a hushed, terse tone.
“Why did I let you talk me into moving into a cave in the Neverglades just down the path from your father?”
“Because daddy needs me. Us, he needs us.”
“I don’t know how to say this nicely, but we need a little distance … no, we need a lotta distance between your father and us.”
“How can you say that? He has 74 million dinos ready to march lockstep with him.”
“Lockstep? He can’t even step on a Trollertweety. His days as a leader are done.”
The Markmeadows raised a short arm.
“Oh, T-Rump. I just wanted to relay a couple of messages before you all begin the, heh-heh … long trek south. The Kevinmccarthy, he said that you still have the ability to lead the Grandoldparty.”
“He did?”
“And the Marjorietaylorgreene. She’s trying to get the Joebiden impeached.”
“Already?”
The T-Rump cocked his head as he mulled over the possibilities. He took in his entourage.
“What do you say, kids? Should we stay?”
Before they could answer however, a sound came whistling through the jungle on wing and a prayer. It was Inauguration Day and there was a new sensation sweeping Dino Nation. It was proud, pure and fighting to be heard. Few fighters had fought so hard.
We — we can all now find our way
Feel the load now fall away
To build back our home
Our — our rights were declining
Mighty words once black and white
Peaceful protests gone
Joebiden sees four years where we have been
Joebiden sees we need to see his grin
Joebiden sees the who what where and when
Joebiden sees where we need to begin
We — we saw the uprising
We all wondered why
The truth belonged to the right
But we — we’re so deeply divided
Grey matter no longer grey
How did we lose our mind?
Joebiden sees who took it on the chin
Joebiden sees two teams and both can win
Joebiden sees we need to love again
Joebiden sees we need to see within
Joebiden sees four years where we have been
Joebiden sees we need to see his grin
Joebiden sees the who what where and when
Joebiden sees where we need to begin
Joebiden sees who took it on the chin
Joebiden sees two teams and both can win
Joebiden sees we need to love again
Joebiden sees we need to see within
Joebiden sees its time to stop the spin
Joebiden sees we need our next of kin
Joebiden sees us through the thick and thin
Joebiden sees us in these times we’re in
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David Belisle 