Almost Over

Elections are a hurdle for the spirit,
Making many reasons to remain
Anonymous when people make it plain
That evil is dissent and any near it,
Heaping all the blame for any wrong
On all who came before, or here refusing
All responsibility for bruising
All the chances we have had along
The way to keeping in, or kicking out,
The one who, most of all, is very much
The weakest in his quick attempts to touch
The course of these United States.  The rout
That sends him home is proof enough of this:
We’ll stay the awful course, with none amiss.