Scott Whitby, 2020
The COVID came by
Spread like a flame
Trump said "It's China"
Not biology to blame
Kids home from college
They do what they should
When I was nineteen
There's no way that I could
Stay home every day
Nowhere to meet
Friends are all scared
Can't go out to eat
My barn has a new roof
I learned all the birds' songs
I made a better flyswatter
Atoned for my wrongs
I rekindled old friends
One almost died
Told him I'd prayed
And told him I'd cried
I grew a big garden
I read books I'd forgot
Drank enough whisky
To make me a sot
False positives galore
I met with the mayor
Statistics don't matter
They're less than a prayer
Now it's political
And pundits galore
It's CNN and Fox News
We're too simple, they ignore
Everyone is so fussy
Just sick of it all
Why wear a mask?
That's Freedom recalled!
Or so they say
It's a hoax they gloat
They'll figure it out when
there's a tube in the throat
When will it end?
No way to know how
Why does it matter?
It don't matter now
To a corpse it don't matter
They no longer ask it
Did it end? Did it matter?
They call from their casket
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