An election reaction

*Edgar Allen Poe wrote "The Raven" and all I got was this crappy election day catharsis. Please don't sue me if you own the rights to "The Raven"*

Election day dawned bright and cheery, not a single mind was leary

Unaware of tragedy looming ‘round the evening news.

Evening came, I read election maps with nothing near suspicion

That our next great leader might be a cheat; I waited without a clue.

Election reporters sat ‘round table on the news.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was on the eight November

And each separate TV pixel cast his face from off the screen

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a clapping

Clapping from bat-shit supporters as if another stress-wrought dream

I wanted to mourn and scream.

The speech silken, sad and broken, issued from Hilary’s spokesperson

Made me know reality was terrible and bleak

Eighty-five to fifteen and falling, with her supporters endless calling

But alas for them that day the white men reached their peak

No millennial would save her, they preferred Stien’s hopeless speech.

The map was colored red that night; An ominous color shining bright

The whiskey bottle passed around, we waited then against all odds

I fell into a sort of mania when I saw he’d taken Pennsylvania

I found myself weakly grasping at straws

Looking for any possible signs of fraud.

The next day white tears filled the internet, no one was thrilled

He was too radical even for the GOP, Ted Cruz and Paul Ryan

Couldn’t endorse his radical ass, the sexual harassment on tape was certainly crass

But the republicans weren’t crying

The won the house, senate: all my hopes were dying.

I know it’s not my space to be martyred, I only want to be an ally in this place.

So yes, as a Jew-ish white passing woman I haven’t bore

The brunt of the hate, I have a lucky fate

But that doesn’t change the fact that I abhor

This spray tanned misogynist, a literal bore.

So rally to this cry: “Nevermore”