COVID YEAR ONE
My eye balls are feeling scratchyMy teeth begins to itch
My head needs rethatching
My life's becoming a bitch
There's no upturn to my life
Since downtown I've trod
Since the days of COVID
No ones gives a sod
I never get to see a GP
While waiting in the surgery
They wouldn't see a man called Jesus
So theirs absolutely no chance for me
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-09-28 at 21:38
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