Mulligannum

The end, I’m glad to say, is nigh.
We’ll bid this baleful year goodbye
Tomorrow midnight, not a minute
Sooner than we should have. When it
Started, all we had to fear
Was typical election-year
Insanity (or so we thought).
These past twelve months have surely taught
Us that reality surpasses
All the wildest, from-our-asses-
Pulled, dystopic fever dreams
That we could conjure. If it seems
Two thousand sixteen can’t be topped
For awfulness, and that we’ve stopped
Exsanguinating, don’t forget
Herr Trump’s not in the White House yet.
’16 sucked, but here we stand!
Let’s hope that next year goes as planned.

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