The World of Cannot 2020

Alas, my sweet child you shan't! Get used to an insane, world of can't! Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed, As sniling and kids in a foaming bath. Rub-y-dee, rub-y dee-dub. We've been brain-spanked to not ask any questions. We don't dare question numbers! Oh, no …..shush no! Just be sure to have a brain that totally slumbers? The longer that we shiver and with Our house shades …drawn. We hide. The bigger the number of humaniity Will most assuredly, under duress die! And the world left to benevolent, quite evil, power and money mad dictators! Whilst you are so grateful, being lonely, Eating humble pie and COVID 'taters! Each day, the Big Brother on TV you watch ! Hoping like prisoners to be out of your home let out? No, you won't be, unless you are in a state run by sanity. Very few, supporting our fellow humans of those who Believe anymore in freedom for humanity. The flu has been with us all for over one hundred years. We all survived,drank beer and shouted " Cheers! " We now have become as trembling, little mice. Robotically, following orders and never think..thrice. *written in 2020 during Covid Dedicated to my Cousin Maggie who died after the vaccine, and battling a disease, she wrote here for a while. A bubbling personality. I know we lost poets here,family and friends . Condolences to all. It was called , Covid…so much ..of our liffe here went off the rails. Viruses are named after country of origin, but it wont print? Sorry…truth is now beyond the pail ….poet’s comments….. I can write some nasty poems, but I think more of poetry. I did not know the politicslly correct wotld sunk to such levity. Sorrowfully, tjje Worlld of Cannot is fae worse todat. But that for another time and another poem. Sadly… Pangie