Pandemic Poetry
Last May I got paid to play in a play
by Checkoff
I banked on the bank being open
so I could drop my old check off
But the bank was closed
cause of pandemic I supposed
So back to drink and play cards with my deck of
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People afraid you’ll transmit
walk by them and they throw a fit
I do all that you ask
I’m wearing my mask
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And my cigarette’s barely just lit
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So alone
On my thrown
In a room of my own
No pressure as I sit here and poop
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I have invented many things
Like potato au gratin with pineapple rings
And sour kraut candy on fake chicken wings
I planted the beans and ate all their strings
I’ve created new meals never thought of by kings
From my unique pantry, hope eternal springs
