March came in like a lion cub
Ended like a bullet train
Plunging off a washed away bridge
Into a crevice far far below
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Some people hear the crash
Smell the rising clouds of smoke
Other people shop at supermarkets
Wearing homemade jackets
With a painting of the too-familiar President
Underneath, there’s a statement:
HATERS GONNA HATE
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Some persist in embracing a fool’s worthless words
And remain at one with his every change of mind
Turning heads away from unnecessary deaths
Preventable by foresight and advance preparation
Thinking that coronavirus isn’t nearly as bad
As being a member of the Democratic Party
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