Death Fest

We’re goin’ to a Covid party!
It’s happenin’ on the White House lawn.
The odds are five to one of getting sick while having fun.
In a few weeks, some of us are probably gone.
But it’s worth it to hear our glorious leader,
through his spray of aerosol germs in the air,
tell us it will disappear, although it’s very clear
whatever happens to us, he won’t really care.
Maybe we’ll get a tee shirt or a fancy campaign hat.
We can beat this China virus if we’re brave.
And, if we do get sick, at least we’re lookin’ slick
in our 2020 garments in the grave.
It’s the ultimate death mental rave.

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