A Love Letter From Covid19
I’m here I’m there I’m everywhere
But I cannot be seen
I’m the bailiff when your skint
The traffic warden with pencil in hand
The ex-girlfriend with a new man
That cough, that ache
I’m the empty shelf in the supermarket
The que in the doctors surgery
I’m even on your news feed
I’m that bad smell that will not go away
My friends are fear and selfishness
I’m sure you will meet
I’m a Politicians promises
The good news I’m not staying
Its just a flying visit
But I might just come back next year
As covid-20
All my love covid-19
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