Cocaine Covid
Smile pretty lose your teeth
Brush your hair you ing disease
Cry me a river and lose the rest
Oceans and oceans lack of conquest
No more conquering foreign lands
Little girl for whom do you stand?
Alone? For yourself?
We both know different.
Keep your keys in your pocket and lose the lock to sanity
Lost, alone in the middle of calamity
Copyright © Evelyn Collins | Year Posted 2020
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