Once upon a midnight dreary, watching vote counts, weak and weary,
As Hillary Clinton loses her place like some old forgotten whore—
While I'm sobbing, headahce splitting, across the TV bad news ripping,
As if some one harshly shredding, fiercely stripping, taring and tossing my soul upon the dirty floor.
“’Tis some Trumpster,” I muttered, “to taunt me like they did about Al Gore—
For four years, then four years more.”
Ill add more verses later.. too tired,
