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Alas, my sweet child you shan't!
Get used to an insane, world of can't!
Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed,
As sniling and kids in a foaming bath.
Rub-y-dee, rub-y dee-dub.

We've been brain-spanked to
not ask any questions.
We don't dare question numbers!
Oh, no …..shush no!
Just be sure to have a brain
that totally slumbers?

The longer that we shiver and with 
Our house shades …drawn. We hide.
The bigger the number of humaniity
Will most assuredly, under duress die!

And the world left to benevolent, quite 
evil, power and money mad dictators!
Whilst you are so grateful, being lonely, 
Eating humble pie and COVID 'taters!

Each day, the Big Brother on TV you watch !
Hoping like prisoners to be out of your home let out?
No, you won't be, unless you are in a state 
run by sanity.
Very few, supporting our fellow humans of those who
Believe anymore in freedom for humanity.

The flu has been with us all for over one 
hundred years.
We all survived,drank beer and shouted " Cheers! "
We now have become as trembling, little mice.
Robotically, following orders and never think..thrice.


*written in 2020 during Covid  
Dedicated to my Cousin Maggie who died after the vaccine,
and battling a disease, she wrote here for a while.
A bubbling personality. I know we lost poets here,family 
and friends . Condolences to all.

It was called , Covid…so much ..of our liffe here went off
the rails. 
Viruses are named after country of origin, but it wont print?
Sorry…truth is now beyond the  pail ….poet’s comments…..
I can write some nasty poems, but I think more of poetry.
I did not know the politicslly correct wotld sunk to such levity.

Sorrowfully, tjje Worlld of Cannot is fae worse todat. But that 
for another time and another poem. Sadly… Pangie

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