getting too used to rebellion against common science
battle whine of I won’t live this way
getting too used to not caring about others suffering
no tears shed for the dying with only health care workers
being the ones to see them off prematurely
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you’ll go ahead and invite your friends over
for a mask free living room jamboree
and snicker at the roommate who shelters in a motel
so he won’t risk missing work and losing pay
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the long cold winter is coming
the end of this poem can only be written by you
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