There's trouble in the air tonight.
I feel it everywhere. I've got a sinking feeling.
This election isn't fair.
The ballot box was loaded.
Filled right to the gills.
Full of phony ballots, to subvert the peoples will.
They handed out assignments.
Putting suitcases into hands. Full of phony ballots.
Just the way they planned.
Drop it at the backdoor and get paid twenty grand.
They're not sorry that it ends like this.
But someone had to lose. It's the nature of this business.
It's the election blues.
The fraudsters and the cheaters, Demonrats, sometimes the law.
The pay-offs and the rip-offs and crimes nobody saw.
Don't matter if it's Biden or other commie trash.
You can always buy elections. All it takes is cash.
There's lots of crooked demonrats. Lots of shady deals.
All of them have alibis. In case somebody squeals.
It's the draw of gaining power. A lust that's very real.
You would understand it better.
If you shared my views. It's the ultimate of con-jobs.
It's the election blues.
You'll see it in some headlines. But never on fake news.
Demonrats claim they're not behind it. It's not the way they play.
It's fraud down in Atlanta. It's common in L.A.
It's cheating up in Michigan. The fraud is here to stay.
It's an old commie strategy. Deciding who will lose.
It's the politics of Demonrats.
It's the election blues.
D.L. CROCKETT 11/18/ 2020