Drop out, Bernie. It’s too late.
Get some social distance.
Your ideas have to wait.
Build up your resistance.
If the world survives this test,
you might run again.
So your platform was the best,
but you couldn’t win.
If you run at eighty-three,
they’ll call you insane,
the only candidate around
who recalls The Maine.
Your young base will keep their pace,
perhaps repair our schism.
In four years our saving grace
might be socialism.
Free school for the living,
health care for the masses.
Government that’s warm and giving,
not like present asses.
Quarantine and watch the scene
as Trump and Biden battle.
Pray that gods will intervene
and we won’t die like cattle.
In four years, we’ll know the score.
You’ll survive to change the core.
Live so life goes on once more.
Vote for Bernie, twenty-four.
