Bonhomie
Now the Festive Season is over,
That false bonhomie game,
It’s on to the NewYear and
More of just the same.
The Pandemic continues,
Life restricted as it before
(How would this population
Have reacted to five years war)
For the Why Me Generation
In this age of No Win No Fee
Everybody else is to blame
Everybody, that is, except me.
The workers will still work
Exploited by their bosses,
For some sector has to pay
For the Pandemic’s losses.
Global warming effects
Many a far foreign land
While most of the population
Hide their heads in the sand.
So Happy New Year one and all,
May all prosper and thrive
The likely prospect being many
Will barely be able to survive.
2 years old, but still just as relevant
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