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Coronavirus a Germaphobe's Nightmare

Recently, my ears have heard
Some news that sounds quite absurd
My eyes can’t believe what they have seen
Is this for real, an outright global panic
Regarding the Coronavirus COVID 19
An epidemic that has turned pandemic
Has it been proved to be certain
That this is not a world government gimmick
I may be in serious denial when it
Comes to this coronavirus microbe
But it’s only because this is my worse nightmare
I am such an enormous compulsive germaphobe
Can’t even engage in my usual weekend shoppin’
Friends messaging all early saying, you better get to coppin’
But why rush, it’s my day off I’m home chillin’
Listening to my music cleanin’ and rockin’
They type back in all caps, EVERYTHING'S GOING FAST
I get to the store and of course it was too late
All the water and toilet paper scarce
In such a remarkably short time span
At least they still have disinfectant
Wait, why is Human Coronavirus
Listed on the Lysol can
Well, well, what do you know, it has began
Definitely have to stock up on some gloves and a mask
And if I’m going be under some kind of lockdown
Do I dare google where to buy a wine cask
Possibility of containment, no bueno
Too think, people been trying to warn us for years
I’m so mad I ignored the signs
Remained knowledgeable but yet comatose
I never thought I would live to see
The day where the world gets attacked by Thanos
Drink your herbal teas and keep up your immunity
You might want to also grab a zinc dose
I would hate for me or you to get a positive
Coronavirus COVID 19 diagnose

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We Still Sing Lullabies

lilac lullabies
black and yellow butterflies
cotton candy blue skies
field and house work once idealized
perfect dreams
imperfectly fantasized
tangled with filthy truths and honorable lies
every night they listen and console
uplifting the spirits of one another
chanting we will not let them see our cries
noise silences the chastised
perseverance overcomes the spark in their eyes
this too shall pass, in the end a better tomorrow lies
fully aware the sun will continue to rise
hope kept them focused and willing to strive
mentally trapped yet conscious of the
planned infiltrated compromise
oppressors remain confused of their laughter
it was incomprehensible and quite taken by surprise
under the impression everything had been stripped from them 
the ancestors were found uplifted every morning
still walking about lilacs singing lullabies
smiling at the sight of black and yellow butterflies
dancing under cotton candy blue skies

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Friends

true friends are like sunsets
bright and warm, and make you smile
even when you don’t feel like it

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Childhood Memories

Atari, Sega
Nintendo, Playstation One
Just reminiscing...

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Political Biases

Governing with two
Opposing branches, bias
Inevitable

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First Kiss

i clench both eye lids
awaiting for my first kiss
it was terrible

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Solace

He wiped away the 
tear on her ruddy plump cheek
softly whispered shhhh…….

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Natural Phenomena

bashful the sun amid the lunar eclipse

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So I Write

Awakened from a dogmatic slumber
            
                         compelled to write poetry...

                                          I know now, what to do

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Rule My Destiny

I wanna rule my destiny, like Buju
Be free to connect with nature
Maybe learn a little Voodoo
Uplift my spirituality
Am I in a horrible dream
Or is this bondage my reality

In a parallel universe
Compelled to move forward
But Earth appears to be going in reverse
Am I wrong to feel obsolete
Could I pull off a Hatshepsut reign
Bob Mar, I don’t want to wait in vain
All apologies sang Kurt Cobain
My mental will not allow defeat
My head up I must keep

A being of divine light I am
Enlightened like a goat of the 
Mountains of Mizoram
Awaiting an apocalypse
Enamored by the lunar eclipse
Absorbing energy from the sun
I drink from the fountain with sealed lips
Ruling my destiny right at my fingertips
They say the Mayans had spaceships