by Than Pence
Cramp Co-Winner: I analyze what the year will be like when I'm cursed to be my costume
|Dia de los Muertos says it all for me:
‘Tis the Day of the Dead after Halloween.
Dead ‘cause I’m cursed, stuck in my guise
Forced to be someone who I loathe and despise.
I thought it’d be funny, a riotous thrill
To dress as a candidate seeking the Hill.
Days before the election and then a year after
I’ll look like this idiot and suffer the laughter.
What do I do? This doesn’t seem fair
Will I get egged? Does anyone care?
My partner in crime chose the opponent,
Our year-long visage: a harsh component.
Others at the party will be sexy or cool.
A skimpy nurse for a year, or a lifeguard at the pool.
But me and my spouse? Politics was our thing.
As this next year moves on, people will sing:
“Here comes the President and the person who lost.
They’re living together? Are their mind’s tossed?”
The curse will end some day. Until then, we’re trumped.
My spouse and myself: we’re not very pumped.
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