For this madness to end,
The days indoors not knowing what you've touched,
Being distanced from friends,
Being paid less than you're supposed to be,
If being paid at all,
Not having many places to spend cash,
Even if you somehow had a bankroll,
Seeing everyday numbers get higher,
Inching their way to you,
Would I could get it over with, myself,
If you'd not get it, too,
Then there's the cure,
May that search end, also,
Until then, multiply the hospitals,
Plus do not leave me poor when Covid goes.
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