The Tingler Lingers
It lingers, magic fingers
of the rich and greedy tingler,
just when you hoped 2020 was over
the itchy touch returns over and over;
a sore throat, a loud voice in exasperated attempts to vent
just when you thought we found success it is spent;
the loud emboldened demands recur again and again
America continues to burn, and covid intensifies now and then ;
if only the bully and the fight endowed
focused on the citizens cold night shrouds,
mankind just wants to live and retain
the sanity we have yet to regain.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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