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