U think of a beer,
U may think it has to do with pangolin or bat bbq,
But I’ll tell u it’s grocery plastic poncho and face mask time,
It can shut a country down,
And trap people on ships,
They even create the isolation gurney,
You’ve become a epidemic,
Health official shoot at u with an infrared temperature gage,
Super spreader,
Corona with a lime and a face
Mask -
We need a corona condom,
People are unsafe
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2020 23:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Sweet Jesus those pangolin
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Ohhhhhh my gosh I kinda love this.
Thanks been working a federal building at night and the thought of pandemic keeps popping into poetry:)
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