The Red Wave didn’t happen. No surprise
To me. It was a prophecy too good
For zombies such as us to realize.
We ain’t in no triumphant neighborhood.
Progressives cheated, sure. We knew they would.
But did they need to cheat to hold at bay
The promised wave? As if mere cheating could!
Truth is that cheating’s just the game they play.
They have to keep in practice. But today
It’s clear, if it was not quite clear before,
That, ever since the Blue Boys beat the Gray,
This country’s been an unrepentant whore.
Since then, there never has been power to save
In any damn imaginary wave.