The Virus
Like a ghost I sit here
No one notices me
With their heads down, like they have somewhere to be
Hustling around like ants on a mound
Going in circles Around Around Around
Everyone like robots coded on path
The villains designing their evil wrath
There's a virus that spreads in the air.
Electronics all they do is Tear Tear Tear
Copyright © Corbin Hutchison | Year Posted 2024
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