Not to be a harbinger of despair,
But where's Covid for me?
The safety of isolation's just fine,
With death at your doorstep,
When it's out visiting other people,
Privileged indignance is what you get,
I won't be happy until I can wheeze,
Through a ventilator,
"I did all I could to protect myself,
"What has it all been for?"
I just don't know,
But then, I never did,
The same old armchair philosophizing,
Kept prosperity from me like the plague.
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