Trumped. That bitch,
the witch who wished upon a star too many,
Springsteen made no difference; vanquished, our champion.
She fought valiantly, with dignity and composure,
shouldered the sins of Clinton Inc. that bore his first name,
through thick and thin, as a good Christian wife should,
yet God shamed her.
A heart of gold, and never has been proven otherwise,
in spite of insinuations kept alive for ratings headlines.
She is who she is, guarded, scathed by betrayal,
but never diminished
in the capacity to care for the needs of the collective,
constantly aware that she’ll never win their love,
if her vagina isn’t cooking or lying down;
it’s ambitious – grab her by the pussy, Mr Comey.
Donald J. grabbed her everywhere,
in his quest to make America great again,
shamelessly out of bounds,
wrong, racist, sexist, homophobe, putrid, loud,
yet she stood tall, she made us proud.
On November 8th, 2016,
Hillary Clinton is publicly humiliated,
by the American electorate. A resounding defeat.
Shock. Nausea. Fear. Sadness. Heartbreak.
Disbelief. Fear. Paralysis. Hillary has left the building.
Does not compute. Does not compute. President Trump.
I am sorry I let you down, her first words,
that is who she is,
grace and empathy, evil Hillary is a myth.
She did not let us down, we failed her, when it mattered:
5 million votes less than Obama in 2012: we did it to ourselves.
And now! America rests in the tiny little hands of a madman.