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Mar 2020
So here at last it’s come to pass these things we weren’t expecting
Shining a light on certain things of which we were neglecting
Streets are barren, save the Karen’s fighting over tissue
Who would’ve thought wiping our knots could turn out to be an issue

The government’s lying, people are dying, but some of us have Hulu
I’m down to watching documentaries on that man named Shaka Zulu
Coyotes are back to eating cats, no one to chase them off
If they could get sick, you could do it real quick, probably with a cough

Maybe we’ll see, I mean you and me, just how fragile we really are
Just how this tiny, little virus can leave a nasty scar
Though it seems that hope got sick and is in the ICU
I wish you the best, unlike the rest, who have come to pay their due
Written by
Jamison Bell
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