It was late in the evening and you sat behind your desk.
You could see a picture of you and Bernie Sanders having a fun time.
"Oh Bernie, the things we could have done" you softly say to the framed picture
You grab the gun that's on the other hand of the desk
"I regret nothing, I hope you don't either" you say with a soft chuckle
Slowly you put the gun next to your head and say, "shame you sold out, but I never will Bernie because I love you Bernie."
With a sigh you pull the trigger and embrace the sweet darkness