Black Band for a Placard

I concede, I'm 55 years old, and I've become a ranting curmudgeon.
I hold the truths of this rant to be self-evident.


Black Band for a Placard

They don’t hand out political signs anymore,
  I had to buy this one, online, $12.00 + shipping $18+ !
I put the sign up day it came,
  ‘bout a week before election day,
After we voted we stuck pur ‘I Voted’ stickers on it,
  that night, you know what happened

Now that’s near two weeks gone
  and the sign’s been up longer after the election than it was before,
Somethings, we just don’t wanna let go

She wanted to keep it in the garage, but
  I don’t wanna be reminded everytime I need a tool or the lawnmower,
I thought we should tie on black armbands,
  make a toast with the best Irish whisky, Schlanta!
Then dig a plot and lay it rest with a bouquet of roses,
  maybe ask the neighbors kid with the trumpet to pump taps 

And I go out
  and it’s gone!
Some cracker stole my yard sign,
  week ‘n a half after the election!

I’ll call the police!
  "No, we don’t investigate political shenanigans,"
I'll write a letter to the editor, all punctuation marks!
  "%$*#@(*)!",
   no, they’ll think it’s from some funny pages character,
Call my insurance, I’ll fail a damn claim!
   "No, we only insure for the current value of an object, not the cost,"
Which, two weeks after an election fer someone ain’t gonna run again, is
  butt kiss!

Is it not enough our votes go uncounted?
Is it not enough the electoral college disenfranchises all votes
  for a candidate once over 51% in a district?
Is it not enough electoral college votes cost only one third
  the number of voters in rural states over urban ones?
And today, is it not also too much,
  to be told even the tokens of remembrance,
  for the values, the progress, for the candidate, we believed in,
Have become so worthless in this nation?

Next door I hear the kid, and
   the shrill trumpet that bellows ever louder