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Mar 2020
corona
no not the beer
yet do not fear
even if
one must only have one year

left.
no right
i’m tossing and turning
it is such a sleepless night

a world so mean
i’m trapped in quarantine
hoping,
i will be alright

no school for 50 days
maybe it’s just a phase
but what if
this is the end.

no it can’t be.
i’ll just take off my mask and breathe
but the air is so so
toxic.

toxic like britney
i wanna dance like whitney
but how must one dance
when the clock is ticking.

tick
tock.
the shelves are not stocked
it is harder to get tested
than it is to get a glock

so i ponder the question
how hard is it to be clean?
and how many times must one wash their hands
to thus **** covid-19
Written by
Brooklyn  17/F/United States
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