T-Rex: I've entered a poetry contest!
T-Rex: I can't lose!
T-Rex: Right, Dromiceiomimus? I'm a good poet, right?
Dromiceiomimus: Sure! Although I've not heard much of your poetry!
T-Rex: I can assure you that my poetry is great, Unlike our current department of state!
Utahraptor: Your poetry sounds a little political, T-Rex!
T-Rex: It's how I express myself!
Utahraptor: But is this poetry contest for political poems or for, you know, poems about the sky and how magical it is to wake up in the morning?
T-Rex: I can do both! Observe:
T-Rex: I like the flowers and the sky, They light up my spirit and let it fly, They keep my happiness in high supply,
T-Rex: Unlike our current political leadership!
T-Rex: The End, by T-Rex, ps: my soul is chaos!