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9th week of this coronavirus lark..

Coronavirus log week 9

05/06/2020
9th week of this coronavirus lark

So,
We’ve now completed,
The 9th week,
Of this coronavirus lark,
Our nations been bleed,
Been depleted,
As our government continue, To keep their knowledge, Stored in the dark.
As,
if the public knew,
what their scientists bleated, There'd be a hell of a war.
Ignited,
by the tiniest of a spark.
The public would want heads, Piked,
In the middle of London’s hyde park.
Like medieval times,
If this virus will continue to everlast.

9 weeks disappeared,
Where have they gone?
I wish I could have done more to the house and garden,
If I was well enough,
During this isolation.
Still stupidity,
From this supposed,
ā€˜Great Nation'!

Imagine the destruction, Imagine the pain,
If we can’t get this virus, Under control,
locked away in chains.
Far from anywhere,
That any humans remain.
To the earths inner core, Through the oceans it must travel,
Down into the seabeds natural drains,
Filtering through,
To affect us no more....
I’m sick of worrying,
That every symptom we get, Makes us think we have this virus,
As there’s no way,
To fully protect.
As What we now have,
Is a 2nd wave,
Of this continually deadly, Coronavirus.
Why let us converge and all start to mix.
Please listen to your health experts,
You ignorant,
Arrogant,
Stuck up pricks!
Start using your brain and not thinking with your dicks! Please don’t follow the examples,
Of that twisted american, Race hating fanatic.
He belongs in a looney bin, Tied up,
In his very own straitjacket. Padded walls in a cell,
Floor to ceiling.
Not donning the American president jacket,
I mean this with feeling!

9 weeks disappeared,
Where have they gone?
I wish I could have done more to the house and garden,
If I was well enough,
During this isolation.
Still stupidity,
From this supposed,
ā€˜Great Nation'!

What have you all been doing? If liKe us you are under,
What feels like,
House arrest.
Pushing all families,
Through the most testing of tests.
I mean,
Come on,
Everyone has their limits,
But we have to deal with it,
as do the rest!
All I’m trying to do,
Is protect my kids and partner, I’m really trying my best.
If my illnesses made it hard for me before,
Then now is harder,
With this poxy Coronavirus!
I know it’s boring,
I know it’s crap,
But I’d rather keep my feet, Firmly,
On the worlds map!

9 weeks disappeared, Where have they gone? I wish I could have done more to the house and garden, If I was well enough, During this isolation. Still stupidity, From this supposed, ā€˜Great Nation'!

For now,
Till the 30th of June,
We in this house,
Have to isolate.
Keeping away from our loved ones,
That are now allowed,
to loosely congregate....
Just not with us,
And anyone else in a similar state!
As much as I want to see my family and friends,
For 3 more weeks,
It’s not the be all and end all, I’m sure I can wait.
1Our health is paramount,
So really,
It’s not up for debate!
I would rather 12 weeks of this,
Than any of our health’s,
To be at risk.
3 months isolation or possible death,
I’ll leave it to you,
To do the maths!

9 weeks disappeared,
Where have they gone?
I wish I could have done more to the house and garden,
If I was well enough,
During this isolation.
Still stupidity,
From this supposed,
ā€˜Great Nation'!
When are they going to find a cure,
A magic potion.
Something for us all to take, To stop this viruses motion. Even if it’s some kind of skincare,
protection lotion.
Just hurry up and find it,
Time is running out Before our race is hit,
with even more,
Of a massive illness,
annihilation!Ā 

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