Corona-virus Took Me

No no, not me
Demonic eyes I see
I blink I drink I leak
I creep around the block
I'm cheap but I'm free
I'm hot I plot I caught
Wild Salmon with sweets
A coffee cup of tea
I breeze on my cell phone
I own I'm on cricket tickets
My sky's the limit trix it
Fix it flickery flick it
Broken down chimney's
Busted poetically justice
My suffix toughen
Mary Topplin Flossing
Fussing cussing flopping
Popping someone calls the
Paramedics I sweat it
I bang I bling cool ice savors
Constructed abducted trust it
I king I will be I sling no beats
I bring no ice to the table
Could you still love me
Would you still look at me
If coronavirus took me

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