Neon Peacock Plague
Mostly the young are not obeying covid rules.
Strutting around the streets like neon peacocks
bragging about a wild-weed-no rules-weekend
arrogant-cell phone suckling -little fools
bringing death to their loved ones doorstep...
I suppose I was like them-once upon my ID
neon feathered -going to live beyond forever
until death crashes the party.
its closing time child
be humble child
ever so humble
loved ones are dying.
Dying loves.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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