COVID YEAR ONE

My eye balls are feeling scratchy
My 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-28 at 21:38

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
So it is dear poet; there’s absolutely not a chance with these odds.
2024-09-29