Home alone dying #poem

 

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and I’m pretty tired
eat everyday this shit
this dry old stale bread
often i have to vomit

and also to be drinking
of wines that have turned
to the taste then corked
because of the epidemic
.
my servants have left me
surely they then dying
with the ones they loved
but i stay here hiding
.
in my very big property
well alone and abandoned
but i can’t go away too
the virus is still circulating
.
and I am not immune to it
because our system was sick
it has quickly collapsed
because very poorly funded
.
millions we would have paid
billions it would have saved
but then we preferred
our economy protect it
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with no one to work for it
it was impossible to bear it
and of course it collapsed
and Me, I will perish too