Grand Old (Poetry) Party

When a party loses an election

Within it are bound to be rifts.

Some people search for direction,

While others complain about “gifts”.

Some of them make a connection

To broad demographical shifts,

While others still brew a confection

That lets them get on with their grifts.

I think that they’ll do some reflection,

Then adopt some catch-phrase that uplifts

To alter their public image projection;

And wait until people’s interest drifts.

What's your stake in this, cowboy?