Goodbye 2020
You've given us pain, plenty plenty
Time to forget you even exist
Time for your pain to desist

******* to your cruelty
Now replaced with some congruity
Forget you n' your death
Forget evil 'theft of breath'

Farewell messed up leap year
Farewell year of fear
Twenty one is coming
Vials of vaccine running

You're now history to me
We've done it, set us free
No virus going to stop
The progress of man, man now on top

Be a little different
From all the rest
Don't explain yourself
You're not in a test

We are strange

They don't like you
Well, that's okay
You're not alone
In being this way

We are strange

Be a poet, be a singer
Be who you want to be
Dress in whatever fashion
Express yourself, be free

We are strange

We are all a little strange
With a darkness inside
You don't have to be afraid
You no longer need to hide

You're just like me
We are strange

Copyright Chris Smith #darkpoetsoul 1st November 2020