well that’s swell,
fever’s lick feels like hell,
The fail of the trace and tell,
population fell,
monies funeral bell,
tolls with the lols of incompetence,
punches roll,
as population control =
morale at all time low,
stow the tins in rows,
you stole 4 day rice in a bowl.

Posted: Thursday, October 8th, 2020 @ 9:43 am
Categories: Poems, Political.
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