Poison and disease hunts us down and constricts us
Long before mask mandates we concealed our face,
So before the reveal the question is, which us?
That we choose to present, do we wave and smile like
Life’s great? Or is our knees to the floor as we scream
To the lord cuz life aches.
As we hold our breath and wait on a vaccine we
Watch blood splatter and discard trivial matters such as
45’s tax thing, why is it happening is what I’m asking.
Is it money motivated? To control who’s populated?
I don’t know, but what I have found is sweet like mama’s
Breakfast with a side of hash browns is the fact that I’m
Wearing a mask but not demanding ya cash now.
Is it man made? Are they obscure with the cure
Because it’s more cents in selling the band-aid? Do they
Care that our senior’s future is dimmer than lamp shades?
We all know it’s the sensible thing to do but
Some forego it, they are wearing a mask they just don’t
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