When Trump took the win, they felt the sting,
Prime Muscle sighed, his hopes left to cling.
In the game of politics, dreams felt tossed,
And each vote counted, each hope lost.
Agnostic stared at the numbers cold,
Where reason faltered, ideals grew old.
He questioned paths they hadn’t tried,
The weight of “what ifs” deep inside.
Lurkernomore, from shadows vast,
Felt each promise slip too fast.
Silent before, now he speaks,
Vowing return in four more years.
Funk’s rhythm, once so bold and loud,
Now played softer, a tune unbowed.
Though Trump’s win cast a somber note,
Funk kept faith in the next vote.
240isback, steady and clear,
Knows 2028 will bring them near.
The future waits, their hopes in tow,
For another chance to steal the show.
They’ll gather strength, they’ll plan anew,
Determined to see this journey through.
Though Trump may reign, their time will call,
When dreams rise up and doubts will fall.
