Sonnet: I'm flashing back to late 2016

I'm flashing back to late 2016
Another tense and cold November night
Our eyes glued to a US map on screen
As states flip red, a needle inches right
A half full flask of Smirnoff on the floor
Not bothering with cups, we drink it straight
Not old enough to buy it from the store
But no one's staying sober after eight
As liberal pundits cry in disbelief
The race is called, folks pour into the street
Now anger is the only stage of grief
Our “I'm with her” pins trashed and obsolete
We did all that we could, is what we say
The road to hell is often paved this way