Blue. Blue. Blue. Keeping thinking blue.
---- The woe of Election Night Some new form of Chinese torture Ha. Chinese. That's appropriate. Waiting for the votes to mount Waiting for the final count. Whose name? Who won the game? My guts are bent My nerves are spent. All stretched out Like guitar strings TWANG! .
The Real Woe of the aftermath In dawn's grey light We saw a sight We'd hoped not to see So split would our country be. The US Map Half Red, half Blue Not one big hue, That would show we were united. However now it does turn out. "Fraud" has already been the shout As fully was expected. Also "stop the count" he said As then he was ahead. But many more hours it may be Before they declare Victory. Whoever wins, it will be a hollow one With the nation so undone. ---
Blue, blue, blue.
My mood is very blue.
A country so divided, so stirred up, not a good thing.
Not when we have so many things to fix.
I’ll tell you how I feel: APPALLED