At first they said it was nothing
It's just a little cold
We shouldn't have believed the lies we had been told
Did you know quarantines Italian forty days forty nights
How are we going to handle all this loss of life
There's protesters in the streets they say it's going against our rights
I don't know about you but I'd rather keep my life
They say it's going to be fine by June no wait August next year for sure
I don't know about you but this is starting to get old
When people ask me how I'm doing there's only one thing I want to say
I don't want to die this way
But don't worry I'm okay.
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This Is It Isn't It
PoetryThings I should have said when I had the chance. A assortment of different types of poetry and things.
