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Just when life was getting back to normal. 
We get smacked with another load of bull. 
It dragged us in with strong magnetic pull. 
Removing peace covering eyes with wool. 

We cleaned up the crazy summer Delta mess. 
Causing public confidence to get a big regress. 
Now everyone has way too much frickin stress. 
Life decisions turned into a big game of chess. 

Down throats the vaccine was a heavy press. 
Got the virus post-immunization I too confess. 
Those symptoms I had felt were so much less. 
Even so, to me, the scare made a big impress.

But Omicron hit us at the end of the year. 
Ripping off the scabs to activate our fear. 
Moving the public in circles like a big gear. 
Easy to manipulate and as simple to steer. 

A guaranteed debate with family and friends. 
Causing countless workers jobs come to ends. 
Dealing with false judgment, opinions to tend. 
Theories unproven, conflict unable to mend. 

Snake oil salesman sell a magic bleach drink. 
Careless to what the medical experts think. 
Naïve customers believe science is a hoax. 
Making easy targets for the comedian jokes. 

Sanitizer and butt wipes back on the shelf. 
Hoarders no longer panic to clean themself. 
Facemasks are clearanced to get ‘em cheap. 
Stock up to the tune of the selfcheckout beep. 

Adding new words like antimasker and vaxxed. 
Quickly upgrading our vocab as we are tasked. 
Delta and Corona, no longer planes and beer. 
The are the sources of our global current fear. 

Life as we know it is now a thing of the past. 
This trauma will heal like one’s arm in a cast. 
Billions of survivors adapt and adjust our way. 
Inflation causes big hikes to what we must pay. 

Supply is down and demand has gone up. 
Bars have closed and won’t fill your cup. 
Rent has gone up and value gone down. 
Prices have doubled in my Florida town. 

You can tell I’ve had enough of Covid-19. 
When can we finally boot it off the scene?
Go back to when life was relatively serene. 
When in-person customers were not mean. 

Until then enjoy deliveries and working remote. 
Have pantless meetings in a tie and sportcoat. 
Enjoy drivethru nose swabs and the Instacart. 
Bravely share with just yourself a workday fart. 

Only family are stealing your break-room food. 
While on mute curse at your boss and be rude. 
Only the spouse knows you had a bad attitude. 
Vent the anger into exercise when in the mood.
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