I was feeling good, really great,
On that Tuesday, November 8.
I was in my happy place,
Also known as my safe space.
I had cast my vote, “I’m With Her!”
She’s going to win, that much is sure.
I turned on the tube, to CNN,
A SJW’s bestest best friend.
There was Dana Bash and Anderson Cooper,
They said Trump will take it up the pooper.
And if anyone knows how to take it up the pooper,
It’s Dana Bash and Anderson Cooper.
The results came in and as expected.
It looked like The Hill would be elected.
I had a grin from ear to ear,
That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
But then all of a sudden things started to change,
I started to scratch like I had mange.
The TV told me that Trump was starting to win,
So much for my shit-eating grin.
This isn’t right, it cannot be!
Wisconsin for Trump? Double fuck me!
Michigan, Penn, and Florida too?
A fascist nightmare I’m being put through.
In the end when all was said and done,
An homophoberacistislamophobe had won.
I threw myself down and started to cry,
Because that’s what you do when you’re a shitlib manlet guy.
Oh Soro’s, Van Jones, Oh Burnett and Wolf Blitzer,
It looks like my panties are tied in a twister.
I’l scream and I’ll sob and I’ll wail and I’ll riot,
What I should really do is go on a cultural Marxist diet.
I can’t accept the fact that we lost,
And that Donald J Trump is now our new boss.
I’ll live every moment like it’s my last day,
I can feel the tight grip on my broken poosay.