Planned-Demic
Planned-Demic
No work, no play, even dogs don’t stray
And you can forget your paltry pay
Off to the supermarket by half past five
An early start might keep you alive
Buying things, you never bought before,
Hang on Madge, let’s get thirty more.
Lots of toilet rolls and tomato puree
A difficult time for a shopping spree
No need to fret we’re in it together
I bought a mask of pure black leather
No good for the virus but what the heck
I wear it all the time, keeps the wife in check
Everything’s good, but grannies in a tiz
She’s won’t go out, she’ll watch a quiz
With the political parties getting real excited
When all the plebs die, they’ll be delighted
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