The people crammed the sidewalks early in the morning
They had dressed warmly heeding the freeze warning
Every exhale was seen forming a misty cloud
Partially due to cold, partially due to chili dogs sold to the crowd
Anticipation built as distant sirens and drum beats sounded
The buildings on each side of the street created a chamber as the wail resounded
The first high school band carrying a banner strutted into view
From Cedar Rapids they were making their network debut
Behind them were six cowboys on horses twirling ropes and waving to the masses
And hoping the noises from the backside of their animals were just gasses
Then came the first balloon, an updated version of last year’s Underdog
Modified to look like Trump with giant loud speakers, small hands, inane tweets and dialogue
The sound was very loud so no one would understand what was said
But yell loud enough and no one would know the balloon was in over its head
The red hatted parade employees worked hard to keep the figure from sending tweets not clever
As most of it’s tweets were caustic replies to critiques from its latest endeavor
Passing the stand where the Bushs’ sat he saw they had dropped trou and were shooting him the moon
Causing one nun, a red cross bell ringer and three brownie scouts to swoon
Behind the floating gas bag was a Stones cover band playing “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”
How true that is but the Trumploon didn’t listen to lyrics and seemed nonchalant.
A couple of hyperbole throwing, high profile media seekers followed close behind
The first convertible had Rudy Guiliani, he was New York’s best mayor, he was quick to remind
He was early to the staging area as he only had to walk from his cot at Fox and Friends
He’s always on the show to advance his agenda and comment on current trends
The next was another large blimp, no wait it is a flat bed pulling Chris Christie
He’s waving to the crowd wearing that scowl that makes him look both angry and prissy.
The next zeppelin was a weird female figure doing a shoulder shimmy with a forced scripted cackle
Looking regal in her sequined pantsuit she kept yelling to the millions of illegals she would unshackle
Hilloon liked flying above the crowd, she couldn’t relate to commoners but could still yell “Unite”
But she couldn’t stop for a second as the somewhat wimpy FBI balloon might indict
Hoping cutsie catch phrases might hide the crimes she couldn’t overcome
As the figure hurried away, the crowd couldn’t decide if she was running for or from
Strangely it seemed that more people waved to the Hillary balloon than the one of Trump
But the Trumploon appealed to more states causing the Hilloon to look like a chump
This was followed by another Stones cover band playing “You Got The Silver I Got The Gold”
The Hilloon made a lot of money over the years but its downfall were the emails it tried to withhold
In a convertible behind were a group of obnoxious celebrity personalities
All pretentiously puffed up espousing their own brand of ill informed banality
Finally just before Santa Claus came the Bernie Sanders balloon giving away lots of free things
Free college, free housing and income into the crowd he flings with no attached strings
And sadly the young were screaming for more free stuff in order for them to succeed
The last band playing “Gimme Shelter” in keeping with songs from the Stones album Let It Bleed
As the last gas bag passed it became apparent, they were slowly deflating
A year and a half barrage of insults and finger pointing had become more than irritating
Finally just before the crowd dispersed came Santa drinking heavily from a flask filled with booze
With enough liquor calming himself from the noise of politically correct boos.
And urging on the tractor to speed up a bit while mushing his fake reindeer
He didn’t want the children to see the glistening tracks on his cheeks made by his tears
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