
The train left the White House station for the last time early Sunday afternoon
On board for the final ride was the President, trailing so badly in the polls he was forced to change his tune
He was to quit his campaign to repeat another four year term as leader of the free world
But he’d grown too old, feeble, and lost the last debate now with his future at stake rumors swirled
Headed to his beach house on the train he claimed to have ridden over one and half million miles
He travels across the collapsed Francis Scott Key bridge, the one that never had railroad tracks, looks back at Washington DC and smiles
He will be remembered by children many generations from now still trying to pay off his debt
But that matters not to him as he played the Biden name for all it was worth and he still gets to drive his Corvette
He rides through areas where unsatisfied citizens would have thrown eggs at his train
But due to his economic policy and the price of eggs the people can only shout something profane
He is cheered however by non-citizens lining the bridges as they don’t work, live in nice hotels with free wifi and TV
He was sure he could have won by campaigning again from his basement and a huge number of preprinted ballots sent in by questionable voters in absentee
But the puppet masters said no, too many people are angry and demanding a change
So the obvious choice falls to the next in line to the VP, the person the current first lady spent the last three years trying to estrange
So the Border Czar will now be tasked with winning the election really hoping the illegal migrants will be able to vote
Crossing in huge caravans the people offer limited skills and a huge burden on a bloated national debt that has a struggling America barely staying afloat
But the man with the weary eyes journeys on waving at nine of his supporters twerking at his car from an overpass
Going by four charging stations with cars that are lined up for a hot and sweaty twenty minute wait for enough juice just to get them home wishing they had bought gas
Angry at being forced out he realizes his office is leaving behind a multitude of unresolved plans
Will the new leadership accept his visions of total greenscape, continued advancement of two foreign wars, and forcing the education of children in gender dysphoria and everything trans
So its with great trepidation that he is returning home knowing he’ll have listen every night to his wife screaming like a banshee
And hiding from the phone constantly ringing with calls from an irate Mayorkas, Blinken and Zelensky










Keeping up with the Jones’ in the well heeled neighborhood was easy not so long ago