They wish the beaten nice guys stood

When Trump threw down the chain

The traumatized who do such good

While laughed at for our pain

Why honest candidates can't win

Or make the slightest dent

One look inside the garbage bin

Would show them where we went

The corny earnest hearts so kind

Who dreamed to keep them warm

Rejected by their lustful mind

Enamored with the storm

They can't kick gentle souls to shred

Then wonder where we went

Their social ladder made their bed

Of times on hate so bent