Covid is a lion that is tearing me apart
Covid is an arrow that is that is slicing through my heart
Covid is a beaver that has blocked me with a dam
I'm a door and covid is a spiky battering ram
I want to pull my eyes out and I'm bored to no extent
I am a unicorn and by covid my horn was bent
I am trying not to whimper cry and sob and whine and weep
All that i can do is write and scream and eat and sleep
My only consolation that i find extremely cool
Although there’s no vacation there is also no more school

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