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Anais Vionet Jul 2020
What I'd want
I want you all to be well.
I'd like you all to have love.
I want you all to have plenty.
I want you all to enjoy friends.
I hope you can all savor family.
I want you all to experience longevity.
In a world where we can all go out again.
That’s all I want - is it too much to ask?
A short corona virus poem - what I want foe everyone
Anais Vionet Jul 2020
Wow, it turns out Trump was right.
I saw it on “the Onion” - posted overnight.

Scientists woke up today and the virus
was simply gone - the miracle - has happened.
And they said that Trump was wrong!

The once dying - started laughing
first responders broke into song
patients shrugged off ventilators
they can go back home where they belong.

That God has been so merciful
is a story ripped from scripture
and since Trump - the antichrist - is here
we can move on to the rapture!
A poem of leadership and childish lies
Kagey Sage Jul 2020
The hypocrisy of the American right and a global pandemic
It's a hoax or it isn't
but China, a place where people eat bats
is to blame
If only the communist government would step up
and ban them  

and boy, wouldn't it be nice
if the Dem commies got off our backs
here in our government
and let us sell anything we want
without regulation

Or maybe the Chinese
are more crafty than that
They made it in a lab to destroy Trump
and hundreds of thousands of Americans,
and Europeans, Asians, Africans, and South Americans
including their own Chinese, all perished
that's how cruel they are

Now, us here at the Victims of Communism Memorial Foundation
will tout the American president's line
that reddest China is indeed to blame
and all this blood is on their hands.
Yes, all these deaths are going in our ticker
as victims of communism along with
the dead **** Stormtroopers

If communist China would just forcibly stop
their free wild markets
none of us would be in this mess
Olivia Bennett Jul 2020
Long awaited you have been
Please don’t make me spin

last year had enough twists and turns
it’s certainly a time that’s been burned

into my brain and the memories of us all
As I am sure you recall

Please do me a favor
I’ll take you as my savior

do not make this year hell
I just want everything to go well

Be the opposite of last year
Let’s create a new frontier

a better future
where you are not the same abuser

2020 striped me of so much
but 2021 it is you that I trust
Was I dreaming,
Or was I roaming.
I ain’t understand the fact,
Which encourages people to act.
You will get the impact,
When you will sit back.
The reason being,
Suicide is increasing.
The reason to which,
People change their life switch.
Get infected and on death bed,
Dying without getting treated.
No money, poor life,
Not able to save his wife.
Helpless and innocent,
Buried or burnt.
This goes on,
Take precaution,
To curb this action.
Anais Vionet Jul 2020
On Twitter, late at night, you’re a big tough guy
calling people out and spitting in their eyes.

But in the real world - you blubber and you blunder,
like inside your head there’s a fire in the dumpster.

Your call to drink Lysol was a typical, deadly, Trump proffer -
your handling of the pandemic an incompetent slaughter.

In the face of unrest you pour fuel on the fire -
a dead BLACK man? You're a trouble amplifier.

Texting on Twitter you’re a liar and a punk -
when trouble breaks out, you hunker in a bunker.

You’re America’s undertaker, our commander-and-thief -
a living, breathing catastrophe - leading America disastrously.
A Trump, twitter and coronavirus poem
Anais Vionet Jul 2020
hello world without surprise.
good morning gentle tedium.
****** me, please, monotony.
kiss me, sweet emptiness.
hold me rough, nothingness.
dishonor me, meaninglessness.
ravish me, joylessness.
whew... can a girl get a cigarette?



no, I don't really smoke - yuck - that was a joke  =]
a humorous corona virus, boredom poem
Only Asset
Charming smile
Value undisclosed
Shielded under N-95
Fearing raid of Covid-19
leechyna Jul 2020
I miss floodlights
Not how beautiful they are
They were
They will be
But how beautiful you were under them
Chin up twisted lips
🤤closed eyes
Anxious adrenaline ready to bounce on my poor shabby lips
Bad thing
We now greet each on Twitter after winter🥱🥱
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