Monday, November 14, 2016

Me? Well, I'm Feeling Sober

It doesn't make sense—
Why'd we vote for Mike Pence?
Sometimes, we're on the fence.
How could I be so dense?
Sure, we laughed at Ken Bone—
We read tweets on our phones.
Now the Don has our drones—
Tryna break up our homes.
How did we start with Bernie?
Got lost on our journey.
We blew the whole tourney—
She left on a gurney.
The Clintons are over—
So, stop picking clovers.
The Dems are hungover,
Me? Well, I'm feeling sober.

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