Election Blues 2024*
Who won this recent horror showI truly wish I did not knowbecause I’m not permitted beer,**and so, alas, I won’t be drowning woe with alcohol. I’ll get no cheerfrom rye or scotch, bourbon or clear200 proof grain. I’ll have to makedue with no libation this election year. I give myself a healthy shakeand ask if there is some mistakethat 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. by W.D.Ehrhart *My apologies to Robert Frost for hijacking his poem “Stopping by …