It was a god awful sad affair.
With a flip of a coin, the voting dare
The choices between one turd from another
Many stayed home a constant sighing 'why bother'.
The news all night made people sicker,
One contestant hitting harder on her liquor.
There was a pall over the country's land
From the coast of Jersey to the California sand.
The natives still restless, each drawing breath,
Each crying, 'I'm righter' and pounding their chest.
Three years of blood drawn daily
The stress on us all revealing our fraility.
So, here they are spilling guts on a blog,
I wouldn't even offer a starving, female dog.
Congress, the White House, and the lost SCOTUS,
Have lost their moral compass and their focus.
The brave remain buried, six feet in dirt.
Thankful are they to have arrived first.
For who saw the future so immersed in disaster,
Would admit, that our decline would be faster.
We all deserve the bruises earned each hour,
The taste of ash, the wine so sour
Protect your children, be afraid of the dark,
It's all your damned fault, Bless your heart.