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Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate

Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate

November 20, 2020.  © Mark, All rights reserved

Fallen fallen
so low are we,
as a vindictive little virus
chops down our tree.

The chomping chins
dribble out their spit,
a bigley death rate
says an orange twit.

The homogenised lambast
a terminal bent,
health is now
a simple monetised intent.

Vaccines stab at
our glimmered hope,
who's first in line ?
Says the televisual scope.

A social distanced
hand in hand,
as we dance on
toward a particular brand.


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