Drink Corona for Corona
I hope you stocked up on enough toilet paper, weed and beer Since you wonāt need them anymore, There will be more of that before You know it, but the fresh lamb and ham and Fruit Isnāt clear to show up until next year, even with warnings Karen doesnāt care whether youāre alive or well, that bitch was wishing you to her version of Hell, Just last week, Now she claims the meek Need to Sanitize between each scanned item while she preaches about fellow sin from Starbuck's coffee yellowed thin Lips and mustard teeth. Triple bag her shit the baggy triple shit-soul still says, āI have many military [twice removed] children to feedā āThey need more than those greedy poorā āIF EVEN ONE COMES NEAR MY DOOR!ā I will call the police, And have my niece Blast him with my husbandās preloaded piece.
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Remember, fine member of our Corp Socialism wasnāt welcome here just a week before, but it showed up on everyoneās doorstep Today, and they were all happy and peppy Whether or not they knew what it was Or that they supported a cause They hated 2 weeks ago. The blue and white collars United for 1200 dollars Hallelujah all the people holla, While the elderly died by the millions.
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Did you know before the old were buried, The young were shoving them out of the way, Thinking living life meant they had nothing to say, That just voting for something orange had brought out some foreign and strange Alien, way of living? The stress is bent on giving me Dementia karma,
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Each week we keep trying to predict the shit We spit while we talk, second thought is Where ol ārona will roam, down every road of olā āMerica. While we wipe down every zone Of everything we see, Weāre all germaphobes Now, while the probes Of the virus Have United Us by socially distancing us, the best hope we get is to be blessed with emails from dimwit bosses that weāre an Essential Business.
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That we will stay open and vulnerable for no more pay, That we will provide a service worth less than 15, That we will handle this disease less Than say, the Communists we love to hate, our Fate is sealed by everyone that loves to Run on what Their Media of Choice Voices for them to Say, while Your Choices are being limited every fucking day. by Fellow Fools who use the internet as an excuse To refuse to believe anything that doesnāt ring Comfortable to the Ear, People have forever said that āThe End is Nearā, but now, itās Clear, that weāre not Prepared For some snare of something worse, Our curse is our blinded eyes, Our species is still far from wise, The United States is set to be a mess of death Too soon, Come the next Panic over a Pandemic.