Poetic License: Guzzling down the blues

Nov 23, 2016 1 min read

I wake up each morning but can’t turn on the news,

My coffee’s cold and bitter with the sore loser blues.

Start to write a poem, but I can’t find my muse,

She’s run away and left me with the sore loser blues.

Called up Liberty Travel for a one-way Canada cruise,

They told me they’re booked solid with the sore loser Blues.

I’m keeping my Clinton sign, in case we didn’t lose,

But don’t know where to hide it with these sore loser blues.

Maybe I’ll jump into the mainstream and drown my liberal views,

It’ll be easier to be narrow with the sore loser blues.

The President-elect is desperate, no Dems left to abuse,

He’s willing to twitter anyone with the sore loser blues.

Our nation’s divided, Pacheco, pick a side to choose,

It’s either freeloading Red states or the sore loser Blues.