2024 Election Blues

Who won this recent horror show
I truly wish I did not know
because I’m not permitted beer,
and so, alas, I won’t be drowning woe

with alcohol. I’ll get no cheer
from rye or scotch, bourbon or clear
200 proof grain. I’ll have to make
due with no libation this election year.

I give myself a healthy shake
and ask if there is some mistake
that Trumpelstiltskin—what a creep—
has really won. Oh, how I ache

with sadness, sorrow, dark and deep;
for our bleak future I do weep,
and hope that soon eternally I’ll sleep,
and hope that soon eternally I’ll sleep.